Raven And Slade Novels & Stories

The only reason for this is the simple fact that I have now pointed the ice-cold barrel against Mason’s temple. Once again, he does not flinch; he only carries on drinking his beer. Then once he thinks that I have calmed my rage to a respectable level, he starts to speak again, and god, do I wish that he never did, but ya, “Raven is Raven Sloane. She is Roman’s daughter.”

Blood against blood. Raven hissed, “You’ll never unite them. They only follow because they hope you’re strong enough. But I know you’re not.” Ava gritted her teeth. “I don’t need to be perfect.” “I just need to be better than what we were made into.” —THE STANDSTILL Just as Raven raised her blade for a final blow—Selene’s spell shattered the stage. Wolves roared in panic. Smoke choked the sky. When it cleared—Raven was gone.

“Don’t bother. It won’t matter anyway.” “It matters to me,” I say, stepping forward, only to be stopped when Scarlet and Slade stand shoulder to shoulder in front of Sloane. “You should leave,” Slade growls. He’s younger than I am, but his wolf is obviously not happy that his sister is upset. As a pure Alpha, his aura is stronger than most of the ranked members who are my age and he’s definitely stronger than any wolf his age. But he's not stronger than me. “I’m not going anywhere until I know that Sloane and Aisling are okay.”

He lunged and swiped at anyone who got too close, his claws leaving deep marks in the stone floor. “Hold the line!” one of the soldiers shouted to the others. “Don’t let him through!” Hana barked orders while deflecting a sudden charge from the beast. Her chest heaved with effort, sweat streaking her face. Despite her own fear, she refused to back down. “Are you fools blind?” Slade suddenly stepped forward from the shadows, his dark coat billowing slightly with his confident stride. It was time for him to play his manipulation cards and put an end to all these. To him, the throne was already his Ryker’s for the taking.

Raven’s mother tried to intervene as he seemed to be feeling pity for her. “Enough!” he thundered. “I have listened enough.” “Then listen one more time,” Raven pleaded. “Jade provoked me. She always does. She mocked my daughter, calling her names.” “Oh, here we go again,” Jade scoffed. “See? She’s doing it again. Always blaming me.” Jade defended and tried to block Raven from speaking about what actually happened. “Stop pretending!” Raven yelled. “You know exactly what you did!” Before anyone could react, a loud slap echoed through the room.

This man had spent the entire meeting insisting Raven meant nothing to him, but he was still willing to give Bloodfang fifteen of his best warriors for three months just to take her body home. Maybe Ironclaw’s burial rites mattered more to him than Raven herself did. No one who speaks about his own mate that way deserved one in the first place, Zedd muttered. For once, I had nothing to argue with him about. I left the meeting room satisfied with the arrangement. Once the agreement was signed, Lucan could take Raven’s body and leave. By tomorrow, fifteen of Ironclaw’s elite warriors would be serving under Bloodfang command for the next three months. The arrangement should have been the last t

Tristan is watching us. I can't help the annoyed shift of my head, glancing behind me before focusing on Oscar again. Oscar notices. His eyes flick upward briefly before returning to me, something almost like pity settling in them. “I get it,” he says quietly. “I really do. But once a Madden sets his sights on you…” “It’s just a name,” I cut in. He lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Just a name? Raven… that name built half the things around you. It destroys the other half.” The wind cuts through us again, but I barely feel it now.

“You expect me to believe something like that?” “No. I expect you to listen.” I took a breath. “I have seen the future. Elara cheats on Alaric with Rowland. She gets beheaded. And Alaric… he becomes a tyrant. He becomes someone no one recognizes. He dies alone at a very early age. The Ravens were the only companions he had left.” Her smile faded. I continued. “The strange illness people think I have, the memory lapses… it is because I am not the owner of this body.”

Raven “Sadie that’s not–” “Absolutely not–” Marcus and I spoke at the same time. We both closed our mouths just as quickly and breathed in harsh breaths, as though we were mirror images of each other. Our eyes met, and we each had the same impatient, wide eyes. The amber in his eyes blazed like wildfire. Most would cower under their scrutiny. I wasn’t afraid, though. I started right back. “Sadie,” he began again, still looking at me as he spoke his daughter’s name. Finally, he dragged his eyes to the girl, kneeling to hold her little hand. “I have to find my fated mate sweetie, it can’t just be anyone you like.”

Raven’s arms stayed locked firm on my chest. I glanced over my shoulder once. Dark shapes moved in the trees. The howls came closer than ever. We burst out of the woods. The cabin came into view. Smoke still rose from its chimney. The howls so close to us now. I looked over my shoulder and saw six Crimson Fang pack members on brand new Harley Davidsons. They circled our bike, coming closer to us. I realised we couldn't keep running. We had to fight these guys. Raven twirled her hands and whispered magic words. The shadow threads flickered at her fingers as she mouthed every word. Her eyes were blood red. Yeah, she was ready to fight these bastards with me.