Raven Blackwood Novels & Stories

A chorus of snickers and whistles followed. I looked up into the eyes of Marcus Hayes. His amber eyes glowed savagely as the fires grew. His auburn hair seemed ablaze as well, and the jagged scar down the side of his left cheek made him look ghoulish in the firelight. “Raven Cross,” he drawled, hands neatly folded behind his back. His smirk was cruel as he stared down at me. “I suppose you got the meeting you wanted after all.” “What have you done?” I whispered, unable to peel my eyes away from him.

I mutter in a state of pure calmness. The man lunges, and in that instant, a flock of ravens surges through him at my command. He’s hurled against the wall with such force that I’m certain he’s dead. I pivot to the werewolf charging toward me and unleash the same fate. The ravens swirl at my will. They are my weapon made of flesh and feathers. They move as extensions of myself, cutting down all who dare oppose me. They are not only my blades but my shield, intercepting every strike aimed my way. It is effortless. I waste not a single drop of magic or strength. When the fighting ends, the floor is scattered with the dead—both allies and foes—along with ravens. Many still escaped and are now o

The edges crumbled under my fingers, and I unfolded it carefully, afraid it would turn to dust. The handwriting was Marcus's—sharp, precise, each letter pressed deep into the page, as if he had known the paper would be his only legacy. I read it aloud, my voice echoing in the silent chamber. "I, Marcus Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood pack, confess to the following crimes: I made a bargain with the Lycan king. I gave him the bloodline of Kaelen in exchange for power over the shadow. I bound the shadow to the hybrid child, Ravenna, knowing she would one day wake it and become its vessel. I built the prison beneath the mountain to hold the king's enemies and feed them to the darkness. I kille

"I couldn't even get past her assistant and you just …oh my God." I couldn't speak. Rosy Maurer. My role model. The woman I'd admired from a distance for years, the one I used to imagine becoming someday when the dream still felt impossibly far away. And he'd simply, contacted her? "How?" I managed finally, turning to him. My voice came out barely steady. "How did you pull that?" He shrugged. "I'm Alexander Blackwood." I stared at him for a full second. Then rolled my eyes. "Your pride will genuinely be the end of you."

For a moment, the room became utterly silent. Then Elian whispered, “I loved him too.” The black feather on Raven’s palm split in two. One half turned silver. The other remained black. The silver half pointed toward the second bed. The black half pointed toward Elian. Raven looked at the woman who had raised him. “Did he die?” Elian began to sob. “I don’t know.” The walls cracked. The stars vanished from the ceiling. And a voice came from beneath the bed. “You do know.”

He was wrong often enough that I worried about him. “Her name is Raven Blackwood,” he said. “Eldest daughter of Alpha Blackwood.” Murmurs. Someone knew the name. Of course someone knew the name. “She was to be mated to their Alpha, Matthew,” Ansel continued, flat as a report. “On the day of her wedding, her pack discovered her sister’s wolf had awakened…rare, white. Raven had not awakened. She was declared wolfless, expelled from the pack, her bond cut by her own father.”

Adrian sighed heavily. "I promised your mother I would protect both of you." "But some promises come with terrible secrets." --- At the same moment... Far beneath the facility... Raven watched everything through surveillance cameras. A cold smile appeared beneath his silver mask. "So..." "The family reunion has finally begun." One of his men approached. "Sir..." "Alexander Blackwood has broken through the second security gate." Raven remained calm. "Excellent." "Prepare Phase Two." The guard hesitated. "Are you sure?"

"Unless you want every tactical unit in the city using this building for target practice for the next six months." The kid hesitated. Slider, according to Elena's file. His eyes went from me to the gun and back. Before he could make the worst decision of his life, the office door at the back swung open. Raven stepped out. She was back in her own skin. Faded jeans. A gray T-shirt. A leather jacket and silver hoops. The woman who had danced herself into my arms at Obsidian, minus the dress and the act. Then her eyes found mine, and she went completely still.

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

Turns out ravens can talk a lot, especially when they’re shapeshifted vampires. “So,” Aiden says quietly, when everyone has calmed down. “What do you know about this? We know that Thunder, the werewolf who was with me when I visited Badger’s Den, has been captured by a werewolf calling himself Alpha Black, and that Black has taken others captive. He’s trying to find out where I am, because he seems to think that I’m Alpha of Badger’s Den. You’ll remember that’s something I said no to. You were there.”