Raven Comic Book Novels & Stories

I told her. “Loved?” She repeated the word quietly. “Declan, what exactly do you want from me? Am I going to be your Luna or not?” Once again, I didn't have the answer to that question. I needed time to think. To decide. “While you're thinking, your shit-face wolf made a bargain with me,” Raven started. “He said he'd let me go if I helped him find Hannah and when I did, he spun things around, claiming you're the only one who can let me go…”

It cracked me up because I wasn’t expecting that. This is MAGIC from his little Raven. Will love to have a Mini Raven soon.

The air in the cavern, Conan’s hideout; was heavy with the scent of damp stone and burning torches. Raven sat at the end of the war table alone, her fingers brushing the edges of the map laid out before her. The symbols seemed to dance under the flickering light, their meanings almost close yet frustratingly difficult to grasp. Her mind replaying Conan’s annoying words: “You’d better hope you do. Because if you don’t, Raven; you’ll wish I’d abandoned you instead.”

If it wasn’t the Raven’s, I didn’t want to be caught on the street alone. The bikes began roaring by, and as they did, I caught the Raven’s emblem on the back of their kuttes. Stepping out of the shadows and onto the street, I watched as several passed, before one of them peeled off from the pack, slowing down and coming to a stop before me. Cutting the engine and dismounting, Rook pinned me beneath his gaze, growling, "What the hell are you doing out here Marlowe?" I lifted a shoulder in a half-hazard shrug. “Restless,” I replied.

Mine is dying, not slowly, but fast. Raven paused for a few seconds, her gaze fixated on the shot glass in front of her . "No one should here this, not in this manner," she said, looking back up at me. "Exactly, Raven," I said, grabbing her shoulder. "But if it dies finally, no one would be able to hide it--" "Let's be positive, Rowen. First off, your wolf wont die. Second--"

This whole scenery makes Raven highly uncomfortable so she walks out sober. Raven makes it home in the worst state and goes straight to her room. She receives a call and it’s Devon. Devon; hi, I’m outside your house. Raven; really ? I don’t wanna see anyone Devon; I heard about what happened. Please come out Raven; give me some minutes Devon; okay Raven picks a pink Sweatshirt from her bed and rushes to go see Devon Devon;Brownie Raven; hi, I can’t stay out for so long

Dragon Tears are white like diamonds. "Drink it now! And wait until a few hours. But, you shouldn't be surprised if something is missing from your little sister." Raven approached Rula, who was already beside him. "My job is to get here. I'm going back to the Black Forest. But, one of my men will help you until they come to their senses." Raven leaves, leaving a pensive Ben and Ava waiting for the two different sexes to awaken from their slumber. However, he was grateful to Raven, who helped his sister escape hell.

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

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.”