Raven Castle Novels & Stories

"What are you two doing here?" "I'm here to finally beat your ass. And then take you back to the palace for questioning." Timothy answered before jabbing a thumb in Raven's direction. "Raven's here hoping that maybe you've been brainwashed, blackmailed, or threatened. Since you kidnapped Charlotte and all." I spluttered, "I d-didn't-" "There are cameras everywhere in that castle, Jane." Raven interrupted. "I just need to know why. Is Bates threatening you? We can help you if he is. You didn't need to-"

even if one of those wolves was supposed to be mine. Raven stood in the centre of it all, her red curls cascading like a waterfall down her back, a silver thread woven through every lock. Her dress was nothing short of ethereal, a masterpiece of moon lace and frost-spun silk, with a bodice that glittered like starlight and a flowing train kissed by ancient runes. She looked powerful. Beautiful. Untouchable. And Declan... gods.

“Not interested.” Ash smirked like I had just challenged him. “We will see about that.” I left the hall before Cruz could show up. I did not want both of them circling me before the day had even begun. Classes at Ravenlake were nothing like normal schools. There were no lessons about history or math. Everything was designed to sharpen instincts and strengthen the wolf. Physical drills, tactical sparring, endurance runs through the thick forest surrounding the academy. By midday, my muscles burned and sweat clung to my skin.

Raven came down dressed to leave. She had changed out of her uniform. She wore simple jeans and a soft top. Her hair was brushed. Her bag hung from one shoulder. She looked… pretty.....too pretty for a study session. Ragnar growled at once. She dressed up for him. For study, I said flatly. You do not believe that. I ignored him. Raven slowed when she saw us both there. “Oh.” My father smiled warmly. “Raven. Are you going somewhere?” She shifted the strap of her bag. “Yes. I’m going to a friend’s house to study.”

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?

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He gets interrupted by Penelope before he can continue. "Raven has a red sword on the hind leg of her wolf with a crescent moon on her forhead. She is the warrior of the moon." I look at her dumbfounded. For one, No one was suppose to know about my wolf's appearance and two, I had no idea there was a red sword on my hind leg.

You steal our happiness and rock the very foundation of our home. You are able to do this because Raven is my happy. She is the foundation of my home. The strength. The pillar that holds up and supports me. The beacon that lights up my home and path when darker times have hit in the past. She is my home. You make us have to pause life for a while, something that we have never done. You make us live with real, crippling fear. I hate you so much for doing that.

Together, they descended upon their target, their eyes locked onto the building ahead, where the intense sounds of chaos and destruction reverberated inside like the depths of World War Four. They knew it was Raven! Fighting her way through the enemy to reach her children. The building was being torn apart from within, and then it crumbled, imploding in a cloud of dust and debris. That's when they saw her - Raven's massive form took flight, her size awe-inspiring, almost twice that of Niklaus. Her eyes blazed like flames of fire, her fury and power radiating like an unstoppable Titan. She soared past them, her wings beating the air with a deafening roar. Niklaus's heart skipped a beat as he

Tristan is watching us. I can't help the annoyed shift of my head, glancing behind me before focusing on Oscar again. Oscar notices. His eyes flick upward briefly before returning to me, something almost like pity settling in them. “I get it,” he says quietly. “I really do. But once a Madden sets his sights on you…” “It’s just a name,” I cut in. He lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Just a name? Raven… that name built half the things around you. It destroys the other half.” The wind cuts through us again, but I barely feel it now.