Raven Comic Book Novels & Stories

“So you have returned. The Raven Wolf King renewed, but your new life will be swift. I will take the glory. I will be known as the slayer of the Raven Wolf King.” The man charges, his silver blade flashing. Grimm has no weapon. Only the ravens. With a lift of his hand, the birds swarm, wings beating hard. They dive at the man, clawing and pecking, forcing him to shield his face. He swings his sword, cutting through feathers, but the swarm keeps coming. Grimm moves with them, every step in rhythm. The man lunges, armor shining, but the ravens blind him, pulling him off balance. Grimm sends them crashing into his chest, driving him back.

She had a surprised look on her face, “It was on my path when I walked in here…” Edgar beamed with smiles, “The book has found you, you can finally fulfill your task!”, he flipped the pages for a while, “Yes!” “What is it?”, she leaned closer , “Raven keeper”, she read. “Yes Raven Keeper” Edgar read through for a while, “Yes Cleopatra this is it. It was what I thought. The reason you saw many ravens is because you do not just wield the magic of the ravens, you are the keeper of the ravens…

From what? This latest riddle complicated the situation more instead of simplifying it. I couldn’t help but ask again. “Why was I protected? Who wants to harm me, Raven? I don’t have enemies.” Raven closed her eyes for a while, and when she opened them, they were burning golden. “Power hungry people are everywhere, Harley. They’ll be jealous of your power and harm you.” She talked about some imaginary rivals, making me wonder why I even shifted if it was so risky. My life was already a grave mess without this lycan trouble.

Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her I*******m… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself…

No one knows who Raven is, and the fact that she was known as the killing machine made people in the assassin community assumed her to be a man. Who would have thought that he would be a she? "Now, Raven. Let me introduce you to your new team. This guy with dark blue hair will be responsible behind the scenes. He specializes in computers, and he'll be a very great help when tracking and looking for escape routes." Mr. Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black.

Luca grumbled in protest under his breath as I stood up on my two feet and when he reached out to put me back on the bed, which wouldn't be the first time, I slapped his arms away. "For fuck's sake they said I was fine. Just a minor head injury and some minimal blood loss. That's it," I argued. Yeah, minimal blood loss was a lot for me. I was thinking of the pills that were now at the penthouse that I desperately needed to take. Luca rolled his eyes and I decided to change the subject before things got messy. "What does it mean? The Raven," I asked. "The Ravens are a small mafia that's been operating for a few years now. It's mostly still in the recruiting stage," Luca told me and I nodded w

“That’s what the Men of the Shadows use to bind people. If they said it’s a debt to pay, then it’s them. It’s those men.” My eyes scanned the chaos. I knew it, felt it—they were watching. “If they’re responsible, we need to leave now,” Damon said sharply. “They have to be here somewhere,” I muttered. “Do you want to die here before finding them?” Damon snapped. “What matters is leaving before this place burns to the ground.” “I’ll find a way out,” Raven said as she stretched—and then morphed into a bird, taking off effortlessly. I froze for a second, seeing her shift for the first time, but forced myself to focus.

At the age of twelve, Raiden entered the training ground to become a hunter. He wanted to dedicate his life to protecting everybody in the village. He knew that he was adopted, but he had no recollection of his biological parents. He had witnessed several killings and werewolf attacks at a young age. He aims to completely get rid of the werewolves before he enters into a family affair. He was looking into creating a family with his crush, Harriet. She was an adopted daughter of his mother's sister. They are not blood-related, but they are too close to each other.

Chapter 13 DAMIEN’S POV: The safehouse feels smaller every time she walks into the room. The single bulb overhead buzzes like it’s on its last breath, throwing long shadows across the concrete walls. Rain taps the tiny window high up like impatient fingers. Raven stands by the metal table, sorting through the med kit she dragged in earlier. She’s still in the black tactical pants and long-sleeve shirt, but she’s unzipped the vest halfway. I can see the black sports bra underneath, the way it hugs the swell of her breasts, the faint sheen of sweat in the hollow of her throat.

She wasn't thrilled that my mate was a Knight, but she also knew I wouldn't back down from being with you, and if a war was the only way then so be it,” I said softly. ”She would do anything for me,” I said. ”What if she gets hurt?” Amber asked me. I laughed, thinking that she was joking but as I looked around at their confused faces I realized they didn't know. I wondered if anyone knew. I drew down my brows and looked up at them through my lashes. ”Raven can't be killed,” I said softly. None of them spoke, all in their own state of shock. ”Raven is a descendant of the first-ever vampire. With time, they have grown stronger and more powerful. Raven holds more power than any of those before