Raven And Slade Novels & Stories

he rebelled. “Shadow isn’t my slave,” she replied. “That is an entirely different thing. Shadow is my sub.” “I am not a f-king sub,” Raven said it between his teeth, as his hips rose and a drop of sweat ran down his throat, gathering in the hollow of his clavicle. His c-k had a very different opinion, he noted.

Raven narrowed his eyes, his gaze so cold the room seemed to drop several degrees. “Fools,” he muttered, voice heavy with restrained fury. “Even now, you can’t see the truth? Ivyshade is a pack of wolves who survived in the Deadly Forest. They’ve studied herbs and toxins to survive. They don’t use magic, and there’s no such thing as the ‘curses’ you fear. What you call darkness is merely your own ignorance in the face of the unknown.” An elder shifted, seemingly about to speak, but Raven silenced him with a raised hand.

Slade, my ever-annoying wolf, was relentless, his growls and demands echoing through my thoughts like thunder. “Avery!” he growled for what felt like the hundredth time, his tone dripping with frustration. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “And who’s that?” I muttered, annoyed. “I don’t know anyone by that name.” “You fool!” Slade snapped, his voice sharp and condescending. “Humans! What did I expect from you? No memory, no intuition. Absolutely useless.” “Careful,” I shot back, feeling my irritation spike. “You’re pushing it, Slade.”

She gives him a startled, sleepy look, so he rubs her back, and calms himself down, until she settles against his chest again. I would cross my arms if they weren’t currently wrapped around Slade’s neck. Maybe I should squeeze him a bit harder since their laughing at me and I don’t know why. “What’s so funny?” I demand. River nudges Slade with his elbow playfully, “Slade here, is at the bottom of the pack. He’s hardly more than a cub himself.” I scratch at the latest mosquito bite on my arm and narrow my eyes at the redheaded wolf, “Where are you in the pack?”

"That is what the devils wants. Once every creature knows my mate has been found, they would all target her. My enemies will know she's my weakness, and they will use her to get to me. I can't allow that" In a way, Cade understood. He hadn't found his mate yet, but he knew how worried he would be if his mate was in danger. "What do we do now?",he asked. "Take Thunder back to the mansion",Riven ordered. "And keep my mate safe until I return" "But where will you go?",Cade asked as Riven got off the stallion. Riven said nothing more as he began to shift. His clothes merged with his skin as his shifting began and bones popped and scrunched loudly. Soon a large golden wolf stood in his place.

Raven Knight is, newly certified doctor under the Ministry of Medicine. One of the youngest to pass the damn licensing exams, and not just pass, dominate them. Scored top three in her cohort. Chosen for the ministry’s full scholarship. That program was so competitive that only a handful of werewolves ever made it through, and even fewer from mid-tier packs. Raven was the only one from her. No family pull. No political ties. Just raw skill and brain. I let out a quiet laugh under my breath. Of course. Of course ,she’d be the one person under my roof with a brain sharper than half my advisors. And she chose healing.

In the Royal Palace, Crown Prince Raul stood by the grand arched window, his gaze fixed in the distant, his eyes narrowed into thin, weary slits. The fierce emotions raging within him, despair, frustration, and a gnawing emptiness, he had managed to keep firmly in check for now, but he knew not for how long. His Lycan wolf, Slade, was at the brink of madness, especially in the quiet evenings, when he would howl, a mournful lament for his missing mate. To Slade, Zela’s initial rejection had been a mere sting compared to this agonizing uncertainty: was she dead or alive? The silence from her absence was a gaping wound.

“Val, you’re playing with fire. Raven’s not someone you can just go against. He’s... he’s terrifying. Going against him won’t end well.” Anger got the best of me, and this time I directed it at her best friend, though I didn’t want to. “So what? You want me to just sell myself to him, huh? Is that what you are saying? That I should just give in and let him control my life?” Elara sighed heavily. “Of course not. But you have to think about what you’re up against. Raven isn’t some run of the mill businessman, Val. He’s dangerous. You know what he is capable of.”

He grabbed my hair, taking control of my head, and trusted deep into my throat, making my eyes roll back and my body twitch. “We need to get ready… The Queen from the south tested our borders again. War between the north and south might be inevitable. When that day comes, you should have a Luna by your side. If that Luna is a fierce warrior, all the better. I heard Lady Camille's wolf is very strong, she might be the best choice…” “Elder Robert,” Draven's cold voice that man, “are you choosing my Luna for me?” “No, no, I wouldn’t dare…”

(Sylvia's POV) I stared at Raven in disbelief, my anger rising with each passing second. "You have the nerve to ask me what I want to do? You've been squandering pack funds, buying houses and jewelry for your mistress!" My voice shook with fury as I gestured to the scattered documents. "These receipts prove everything! Millions stolen from our people while they went hungry!" Raven's expression softened slightly, his voice taking on a more reasonable tone. "Sylvia, you need to understand. James died protecting me. He threw himself in front of an attack meant for me."