Raven And Starfire Novels & Stories

He spoke quietly. It seemed that, unlike Arden, he knew how to keep his anger on a leash. Yet my heart raced wildly against my chest because of what I heard. If this involved my mother and me, did that mean these people had a hidden motive? or Mr. Ravenchi?

Raven thought his death was near when he saw dozens of red eyes behind the trees in the Forbidden Forest. Raven had just learned that one of the Shadow Wolves fighting him was a scout. Raven was completely underestimated as an Omega; even the scout Shadow Wolves thought he was weak and could be easily killed.

I watch Raven pace as our mates move closer, in case they need to intervene. "Lily and I had to help her move on into another vessel, instead of putting her to rest in the realm of the dead. We know what you feel, because we are more! You are the Moon God, God of the lycans and the werewolves; we are the Goddesses of Life and Death to everyone." Raven takes a deep breath after screaming, she clenches her fists and paces, fighting her lycan from coming forward.

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

Raven Before I could even say a word, Neil had already vanished into the flames. A plume of black smoke billowed out through the hut’s small windows, swallowing him. For a second, the world felt distant—just the roar of the fire, the crackle of burning wood, and the sound of my own blood rushing through my ears. “We have to go after him!” my wolf howled, terrified of losing our mate to those flames. “We can’t let him—”

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

“It’ll help us get off this damned planet, and it won’t kill anyone on top of it. Well, any civilians, anyway. Should make you happy.” Freya simply nodded in response. “Tell us,” she said, to which Lucifer gave hir rough plan. The Ravens immediately turned down a smaller highway westwards at top speed. They leaned into the turn steeply - Kali even reached down with her fingers and let them scrape against the titacrete. Sparks flew from the contact. Xylo and Freya were both going so fast that their turns went wide. They went so far out that their bottom thrusters very nearly scraped up against the building at the corner.

Together, they descended upon their target, their eyes locked onto the building ahead, where the intense sounds of chaos and destruction reverberated inside like the depths of World War Four. They knew it was Raven! Fighting her way through the enemy to reach her children. The building was being torn apart from within, and then it crumbled, imploding in a cloud of dust and debris. That's when they saw her - Raven's massive form took flight, her size awe-inspiring, almost twice that of Niklaus. Her eyes blazed like flames of fire, her fury and power radiating like an unstoppable Titan. She soared past them, her wings beating the air with a deafening roar. Niklaus's heart skipped a beat as he

The moment his shoulder turns upward, the moonlight catches the arrow buried deep in the muscle. Black veins crawl outward from the wound like living ink, pulsing with every labored beat of his heart. “Poison.” The kind the border hunters whisper about in taverns when they think no one is listening. The kind that kills wolves in minutes. I have heard the stories. I never thought I would see it up close. “His eyes flutter open.” Gold. Burning. Dying. They lock onto mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. For one suspended second, the entire forest seems to hold its breath with us.

The line buckled for a heartbeat before Nightmoor betas rushed in, blades drawn. I felt the fracture in the alliance before I saw it. A Nightmoor beta—Riven, young, hot-headed—snarled at a Starfang wolf who’d shoved him back from the front. “This is our fight too. Stop treating us like backup.” The Starfang wolf bared teeth. “Then stop hesitating.” Riven lunged. Fists met fur. The scuffle spread—two packs, one spark. I moved before anyone else could. Grabbed Riven by the collar, yanked him back. “Enough.”