Raven And Robin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

But hunters didn’t come alone, and if he’d found his way inside the Iron Fangs’ den, then there was already a crack in the walls around her. Sabrina tugged at her arm. “Rave, you’re making me nervous. What’s going on?” Raven forced her fist to unclench, stuffing the napkin into her pocket. “Nothing you need to worry about.” “Nothing?” Sabrina’s voice pitched higher. “You nearly bit that guy’s head off for talking to me, and now you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I said drop it,” Raven snapped. Too sharp. Sabrina recoiled, her lips pressing into a thin line. Guilt flickered in Raven’s gut, but she didn’t apologize, she couldn’t.

“You won’t be alone when it happens, Raven. You’ll have me until we reach Pittsburgh, and then, we will find you a suitable husband. Someone to look after you, and provide for you. Maybe, if you are lucky he will give you those snot-nosed babes you were mooning over a minute ago.” Raven bristled. If he had meant to soften the blow of losing her father, he’d done so ham-handedly, and she wondered how he’d managed to get by thus far without having his ass handed to him for making some fool comment to the wrong individual. “I was not mooning over anything!” she assured him. “And the thought of having you all to myself isn’t at all comforting.”

Raven with her wild black curls and mischievous grin, and Ryker, his emerald green eyes that reminded me too much of his father, whoever he truly was. “But mama,” Raven pouted, her tiny hands cupping something. “Look what I found! It’s a ladybug!” Ryker, ever the quiet and slightly disinterested one, leaned against the nearest tree, his arms crossed like a grownup he wished he’d be sooner than later. “It’s not even rare, Raven.” “It’s still pretty,” she shot back. “Pretty just like mama.” I shook my head, half smiling despite the fact that I should be scolding them for wandering too far. “You two will be the death of me. Come on now, those traps won’t check themselves.”

he smiled, peppering my neck with searing kisses. I love this man so much. How did I get this lucky? Not only to have a husband this sweet but three? I hit the jackpot when I transferred into Ravenwood. And as hot and bothered as his kisses are making me, his chest pressing on mine is only reminding me how much I need to go pump. “Anything?” I arched an eyebrow. A devious smirk spread across his lips. “Anything.” he nodded. “Then get off me so I can go pump. My breasts are killing me.” I pouted.

Rovak thought it was cruel to have been given a taste of Tanner only for it to be taken away. His eyes lingered on Robin's hand on Tanner. She would turn to look at him with a big smile, kiss him on the cheek. Rovak would never been able to have that with Tanner. Their time together had consisted of secrets and sneaking around. He stared at Robin, he wanted to hate her, but she was so nice and she was good for Tanner in ways that he could never be. Rovak stood up abruptly. The rest looked at him. "Rovak, are you okay?" Liam asked in concern.

“And if I refuse?” I smiled. “Then you’ll spend the rest of your life trapped in Ansel’s bed, carrying his child, watching him rule as you fade into nothing.” I tilted my head. “Is that the future you want?” Raven flinched, just barely, but I caught it. Good. I leaned in, whispering against her lips. “You can learn to love me, Raven. You just have to choose me.” She swallowed hard. “I need time to think.”

Raven Neil practically kicked down the door, his lips still locked onto mine, his arms wrapped firmly around me. The darkened hotel room fell into pitch darkness when he shut the door behind us, but he didn’t bother with the lights. He didn’t need to; the sparks flying between us were enough to light the whole world up. What we were about to do was bound to end in disaster, just as it had that night outside the tavern. I knew it as surely as I knew the rapid pounding of my heart in my chest.

Raven instructed, her gaze fixed on Derrick. "What do you want?" She asked, pointing the small knife at him. He didn't say a word, he didn't need to. His silence alone was suffocating. His cold gaze swept across the room decorated with floating balloons and ribbons. The corner of his lips twitched. “Cute.” His tone was flat, unreadable. “You did well hiding.” Raven's throat went dry. “Leave.” His boots clicked softly against the floor as he closed the distance between them. “Six years,” he said, voice low. “You really thought I wouldn’t find you?”

Good, I wanted him to feel as uncomfortable as possible. Suddenly sensing the obvious hostility, Grey's eyes widened, and he turned to the group like a bat out of hell, gathering their attention with not so subtle hand gestures, "Hey guys.. let's go.. see some of the BlueFeather wolves. Bye Ruby!" And just like that, Raven and I were left alone, staring each other in the eyes, ice blue terror, meeting a flurry of forest green and ocean blue fury. Neither of us made a move, me clenching my hands into fists, and Raven fidgeting with the end of his t-shirt which clung to his toned chest. I knew I was making Raven severely disturbed, but watching him squirm under my gaze was very satisfying afte