Raven Blackwood Novels & Stories

I scream, my voice hoarser than usual. I am Liliana Blackwood, a member of the ancient Blackwood werewolf family. Although I was separated from my family and forced to live as a human my entire life, I'm still a Blackwood, which means I have a perfect weapon in my blood to use against the deranged Mary Moonridge.

“Nora is the last of your step-siblings that's alive. And Andrew Miller doesn't do too much again because he's getting old. I'll leave you to make your decision now, Raven. Do you really think you have enough power and resources to take down the richest and most deadly mafia lord in America?“ Raven flinched when he heard Venom's question, like he had indeed been drunk and the question knocked him back to reality. Silence reigned in the car for minutes. Venom finally chuckled and cleared his throat: “I guess your answer's in the negative, Raven.“ “No!“ Raven suddenly said. “I'm going to take down Andrew Miller and the whole of the Black Mambas or die trying. And I'm going to start working tow

On my signal we entered. In the center of the room was a chair with wires and cables connected to a body strapped down. From first glimpse it looked like a ghoul. What are they doing? "Raven the witch!" Dustin called pointing to the elegant dark figure coming towards me. Her eyes were completely black, her skin as white as snow, jet black hair flowing behind her as she raced toward me. Still out of bullets I raised my blades prepared to take her on.

he said with his eyes blazing gold this time around. He knew what he did to attain this position but his new people, the wolves he now ruled would have stoned him right here if they knew. Yes! He worked for Raven, doing all her spying just to be the ruler which had been his goal and now that he had gotten it he was happy. Raven was not after the death of the wolves and whatever creatures but after Tartal alone, he and his family. He walked away with his men following him, they would be meeting with the rest of the pack at the 'Elite Cavern'

It had been a long night but it was far from over and Lucas had no doubt in his mind that it would be a few more long hours before he could even try and sleep. He had been taking stock of the evening's events when he heard someone calling his name. He glanced up to see Alex Forrester headed his way with a vampire trailing after him. Both Alex and Bobby carried the same concerned looks on their faces and wore the trademark black uniforms of the committee's law enforcement agents. Both had been involved in the raid and had taken on the task of heading up the recovery of the she-wolves trapped around the territory. The seemingly unlikely pair worked well together despite Alex's brooding persona

And most of all, there was her scent. I picked it up immediately now that I had a wolf. She was a panther shifter, like william. William gestured for her to join us, and she stepped forward. “This is Raven,” he said. “She’s here to join our cause.” My breath caught in my throat. Raven. The name was familiar, but it took me a moment to place it. And then it hit me. “You’re Raven Blackwood,” I said, my eyes widening.

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

But instead, it settled in my bones like something inevitable — something I’d been waiting for, even if I hadn’t realized it until now. I rolled onto my side, the sheets tangled around my legs, the scent of him still clinging to my skin. I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my jaw, the rasp of his voice in my ear, and it made my heart ache in a way that felt both thrilling and terrifying. Because he wasn’t wrong. This wasn’t going to be easy. Dominic Blackwood was a storm. A man built of stone and fury, forged by heartbreak and betrayal. And I was willingly stepping into the eye of it.

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie

Savior to the packs, covens, and clans he'd pulled from the brink of extinction two decades ago, rebuilding Raven University from a charred ruin into the unassailable fortress it was today—the premier institution where the elite of our fractured world honed claws, spells, and fangs. Twenty years after the dust settled on those brutal fields, where he'd clawed victory from the jaws of oblivion with my mother at his side, Damian Blackwood was still the axis around which everything spun. He was the one every student feared more than finals or full-moon shifts. The one whose mere presence could silence a rioting quad or bend a vampire elder to uneasy alliance. And I was his son. Alexander Blackw