Raven Blackwood Novels & Stories

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

He excused himself from the meeting and led me to a quiet corner of the dining room. "This is a letter," I began, pointing to letters from The Raven. "It shows that Gray and Blackwood were part of something bigger. There's a bigger connection at play here." Nathan frowned mentally and studied the letter. "The Raven... I've heard that name before. It's a nickname for someone who is shady underground, who orchestrates high-level criminal activity but never gets directly involved." A chill ran down my spine. "So Gray and Blackwood were just pawns?"

Raven didn't know how to pull his attention since he was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't seem to bother about the person that had entered the office at the moment. Nervously,she didn't just know what to say but continued to look at him. Stefan, who had noticed that someone entered the office but yet to utter a word on the reason why he/she was here, couldn't help but ponder their reason for coming here. "If you're just going to stand there can you just leave?" Stefan bellowed at her, not having an idea of who she was. "sorry for my manner sir, I'm Raven Black your personal assistant". *******

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.

Bonita's POV Two of my children have found their mates in the Black Raven Pack. However, I am skeptical because I only have bad memories of it. Can I trust my children in the hands of those pack members? I do not know when, but I hope they do not end up like I have. The Black Raven Pack was not good for me. First, Oscar gave me hell and almost killed me with his lover, and then Morris started all his nonsense about being in love with me and working with the vampires. I am apprehensive about Madison, but Maddie looks so happy with Markus. Madison is also powerful. She is not like us. She is well-trained. And if something happens to her, Markus will come second.

I looked up with teary eyes. Mr Blackwood smirked. "Wayne.....it's good to see you again. Sorry about your mom," he said. "Fuck you!" I yelled. "Once Raven gets here. You're done!" I said. They both laughed. I smiled. "You think he's a fool... trust me, he has plenty of ways to get to me. He's a toxic freak," I gritted out.

I wanted him. Raven Blackwood. Raven Blackwood was the son of my father’s best friend Richard Blackwood. He was twenty years old this year. He followed after his father’s steps and took over his business just at the age of eighteen. He had dark hair, which looked sharper than shadows, and his gray eyes. Well, they looked like some storm that was on the verge of destruction. Everyone admired him and feared him. And me? Well, I was no exception either.

He acted as if he was a good person, but at the end of the day, he was just a criminal who was good at exploiting other weaknesses. It was just like our teenage years all over again. I and father had schemed hard on how to take over their businesses using Riven as a way to get closer to the Blackwood, but all the plans we made ended up in failure. Riven did take the bait. He let his guard down, and I was able to steal important documents from their company. But despite all of our efforts, we only managed to deal them a few irreparable damages, and in no time at all, they bounced back stronger than before. The only real loss they suffered was Blackwood losing his wife and that was the reason

A figure emerged from the chaos, his eyes locking onto her with cold familiarity. Her stomach twisted. She knew him. And he was supposed to be dead. Rogues. The tallest of the three, a man with jagged scars running down his face, stepped forward with a smirk. His eyes—completely black, void of any humanity—locked onto Raven’s shackled form. “Well, well,” he drawled, voice laced with amusement. “Looks like we found ourselves a little prize.” Raven bared her teeth, ignoring the weakness in her limbs. “If you think I’m going anywhere with you, you’re dumber than you look.”