Raven Blackwood Novels & Stories

” He sighed. “ The last Raven in history died at twenty-two years at the hands of an alpha called Jerold black. He injected her blood into his warriors to make them strong and fearless. And it saddens me to say this, Raven, when the words get out and others get to know who you are, they will come for you. They will hunt you down until you are dead. “ Eros mumbled and I couldn’t hold back the rage in me … I slammed my fist on the desk.

Thane queries, making me nod, knowing he is right; I’ve only ever seen Vaari feed from Mummo when he has shown great displays of power, to recover. “Like Embry says, Raven is very special, if she drains herself to much, she needs it to recover like we do when we’re injured. Raven and Liliana have more surprises in them yet,” Jonathan answers for me, returning looking like a true Viking God effortlessly dragging a good size reindeer. “You couldn’t find any smaller game?” I question, standing to help him dress the deer as he shrugs, and the others return with water. “I can smell rogues nearby, and from their scent it’s women and children,” Jonathan admits, brushing my hair from my face, making

Raphael is more interested in the beauty in his arms. He turned her in his arms so that now she is looking at him. He locked his gaze with hers. Slowly the fog around him began to disappear, showing the form of the real Raphael. The handsome Raven Prince. But his eyes are still pitch black and he still looks scary to everyone. There is still no recognition in him about who he is. But the darkness and the urge to kill and immense hatred are not so intense.

exploit the most road, he entered a desolate very little alley. even as he stopped and looked around for signs of Isabella, a black luxury automobile stopped beside him. At an equivalent time, the driver's door opened and a tall man came out. "You're Raven Morgan, right?" wearing black together with a black tie, black shades, black suit---A man in black just like in the movies. He was carrying a black animal skin briefcase. except for his face, everything was black all over. A handsome face, he looked quite mature and stable, in all probability thirty or so. His hair was compound slightly to 1 aspect and clung tightly to his head, giving a sway lacking in individuality.

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

the brunette responded like I wasn't in the same room with them. The one with dark hair walked to me. "I'm Othelia, nice of you to join us," she introduced warmly. I made to take her hand but she retracted it. "I'm sorry, I got tired," she smiled and the others giggled. My eyes narrowed at them. I wasn't here to play their childish games. "What's your name?" "Raven," the blonde responded on my behalf. "Haven't you heard of her? The dreaded wolf assassin. The one who men fear across kingdoms."

The pain still fresh in my heart. Ever since then, my wolf turns feral when furious and bloodthirsty at the sight of death. It takes a lot to calm me down. I still look for those responsible for my parents death. They better pray I don't find them, if I do, death will be the least of their worries. I will make them beg for death but they won't get it so easily. “Tell me all about yourself and your life in your pack Raven, who is Raven Blackwood?” I say diverting my thoughts back to her.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

Raven's POV Raven Blackwell couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about the man sitting across from her. His demeanor was distinct from anyone she had ever encountered, and he exuded an enigmatic aura that piqued her curiosity. Despite her inability to pinpoint what set him apart, Raven had an inexplicable intuition that he was different - a feeling that resided deep within her.

I watch the door open, Bear, Hawk and Doc walking in and sitting. “Take a look.” I watch as Grayson holds out the box and envelope. Why is he showing them? I stare at him. “Raven’s past is coming back, it’s someone who likes to kill those she is close to. So we’re calling in everyone, if we’re not with her, we need at least three more guys watching her closely.” “You said those she is close to?” Doc looks at us and we nod. “Yes, that includes Ava, so if we’re not going to be with Ava, we need more people around her.” I won’t let Grayson pretend like Ava isn’t a target.