Raven Blackwood Novels & Stories

The second I saw my reflection in the mirror, my stomach dropped. The woman staring back at me wasn’t me. Dark waves of hair cascaded over delicate shoulders, deep green eyes wide with horror. Her lips, full and slightly parted, trembled as she reached toward the glass. "No, this can't be!" I muttered. The woman staring back at me in the mirror was...she was.... "Raven Blackwell." I said rather too loudly. The name hit me like a sledgehammer. I had seen her in photos during my investigation. She had been a ghostly figure in the stories surrounding Kieran Wolfe—the mysterious mate of the feared Alpha, dead only days ago in a rogue attack.

These were different coats a deep, rich gray eyes calm, alert, disciplined. They emerged from the tall grass ten of them moving in perfect formation.The lead wolf shifted tall, broad shouldered male dark hair streaked with silver eyes the color of storm clouds.He raised a hand palm open no threat.“Easy,” he called voice deep, steady. “We’re friends of the Obsidian Crown. The King sent word. You’re Kael Silverfang. And Dax. And the child.”Dax’s arms tightened around Flame.“Who are you?”The male stepped closer respectful.“Commander Riven Blackwood. Alpha of the Stormfang Pack. Loyal vassals to Rico Obsidian since before the prophecy was spoken. We patrol these meadows. When the King’s message

Now I regret not activating the audio along with the video feed, I'll do that. In The Office “So,” Troy says, resting his elbow on the backrest “tell me. How’s it been?” Diana exhales and rolls her eyes. “Bearable. That’s the nicest way I can put it no offense.” He chuckles. “No offense taken.” “Your friend,” she continues, lowering her voice dramatically, “is not the easiest person to deal with.” Troy nods knowingly. “That sounds like him.” “His room literally gives me goosebumps,” she adds. “Everything is black, white, or grey. How does someone live like that? Is he secretly a mafia boss?”

That’s why she warned me earlier. This place is real. My dream was real. Adrian Raven is a werewolf and he is definitely the huge black wolf I saw in my dreams. The one that saved me. ***

She must have rushed over after realising someone had passed through her barrier. “Agatha, I'm the one who killed Raven, and there's a reason why,” I said, and she narrowed her eyes at me. “If you're trying to save that Alpha of yours, save it. He's already been branded a criminal by the werewolf council.” My heart sank to my feet. “How do you brand him a criminal when he's done nothing wrong? Raven was a dark witch, and she tried to kidnap me,” I remarked. “What? Impossible! How could Raven be a dark witch? I could have sensed if anyone was practising dark magic in the coven!”

His posture was straight, calm, like he had expected the pairing from the beginning. Professor Eiden glanced between us once before nodding. “Blackwood’s resonance ability allows him to sense emotional fluctuations,” he explained to the class. “For someone whose elemental output is emotionally triggered, this makes him the most efficient sparring partner.” His eyes shifted briefly toward me. “Winter’s task is to stabilize her element before the emotional surge completes.” Raven and I stepped into the practice circle. Up close, he looked exactly as composed as always. No nervous tension, no curiosity about the Prime standing across from him. Just quiet attentiveness.

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?

I hated how my body reacted to him. At nineteen, I, Raven Vale, should have known better than to get wet for the one person who made my life hell. But Zane Blackwood had become my darkest obsession. It had been four months since my mom married his father, Richard. Four months of moving into their luxurious mansion and trying to survive living with Zane, my new stepbrother.

Raven DeLuca said and tilted his head. He's always impatient. For me, Raven is the most troublesome member of Nexus. He kills people for enjoyment. He enjoys killing people; he's often called "Nexus’ psychopath" by other underground organizations. For him, seeing the blood of the people he kills is entertaining. He also often disobeys his role in operations, which is why our new leader, Liham Candreva, keeps a close eye on him. He's not an official member but he became the leader because of his capabilities. He knows how to handle all of us.

And because the Blackwood pack had become infamous in town, no one was willing to hire him. Wherever they went, people pointed and whispered. Raven, who had once been raised like a little princess, was no longer cared for by anyone. The pack committee told her to go back to school. But when she got there, no one would speak to her. Someone had even written "murderer" on her desk. Raven ran home crying, desperate for someone to comfort her. But Damien pushed her away coldly. He even said viciously that if it weren't for her, the pack never would have ended up like this.