Raven Comic Book Novels & Stories

"No one else will teach me because you told them not to. I'll have to drag the answers out from you." "But how is Raven alive? I mean, I don't want her to die, but what I heard is that she was supposed to be dead." Knox looked thoughtful. "There's something off about Raven.” “Uuh?" “Her scent changed. It was floral, but now it's sand mixed with rainwater—more like mud in rainwater. Also wolves don't have allergies, but she claimed she couldn't have honey during yesterday's dinner. I can't pinpoint what's wrong."

Neither of the other men knew what to say to Raven and it seemed like she was waiting on us to say something. “So what’s your plan, Raven?” I ask “Excuse me?” It wasn't what she was expecting to be asked. “This, it’s part of your plan, right? What do you hope to achieve? Do you want Damien to reject you? Do you plan on killing everyone in some kind of revenge plot for your brother? What is it that you, Raven Black, wants?” “I don’t know, Abraxas, maybe I want you to tell everyone how you are mated to a Lycan!” She folds her arms across her chest, seemingly pleased with herself.

Jacob reassured him confidently. "Half of the men you appointed for this mission are already dead," Raven pointed out skeptically. "I don't trust you, Jacob. Remember, I was the one who revived you. You serve me, and if you fail to deliver what I want, I will not hesitate to kill you." Jacob's eyes flashed with a murderous intent but quickly returned to a calm demeanor. He nodded in acknowledgment. Raven then left the room, and unfortunately, Rick had to move away swiftly to avoid being caught spying on their conversation so that I couldn't get a clear view of Raven's

‘Rodolf looked at him incredulously. ‘Just read it,’ said Raven, ‘the solutions are there!’ ‘Yes, but gray magic? Why didn't you ever say anything about that?‘ ‘It's not black Rodolph, it's all going to be fine,’ Raven promised. He said that if Rodolf no longer needed the booklet, he should give it back to him right away. 'Raven?' 'Yes?' ‘And that ring? The weapon on that ring, with that full moon with wings in front of it? ‘

How was I supposed to talk to a raven and save Dominic? ************************************

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

I wandered between the shelves, letting familiar smells of old paper calm my thoughts. History. Law. Military strategy. Medicinal herbs. Werewolf bloodlines. I stopped… bloodlines. My fingers hovered over a thick leather volume but before I could pull it free— “Looking for something?” I nearly jumped. I turned to see Raven standing at the end of the aisle, she wore a cream sweater today instead of yesterday’s blouse, her dark hair gathered loosely over one shoulder. She looked comfortable, warm and approachable like someone who belonged here. “I didn’t hear you.”

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?

Someone had come in straight from the rain, and they hadn’t wasted time. The first man appeared in the faint spill of moonlight from the window. Black clothes, no insignia, face covered by a half-mask. His steps were careful but fast, his hand close to the weapon at his hip. Raven was on him before he could clear the holster. Her blade caught the moonlight for a heartbeat, then disappeared into his side. She didn’t kill him not yet. The man went down with a muffled grunt, his body jerking as she wrenched the weapon from his grip.

My hands fly to my neck as I struggle to breathe. Fuck. It was a dream. And I finally understand why Adrian Raven is strange. Why this place feels strange. Adrian Raven is a werewolf. And I’m trapped in his world. ***