Raven Darkholme Mystique Novels & Stories

I watch Raven pace as our mates move closer, in case they need to intervene. "Lily and I had to help her move on into another vessel, instead of putting her to rest in the realm of the dead. We know what you feel, because we are more! You are the Moon God, God of the lycans and the werewolves; we are the Goddesses of Life and Death to everyone." Raven takes a deep breath after screaming, she clenches her fists and paces, fighting her lycan from coming forward.

"You may have defeated my pawns, but you will not escape my wrath. Prepare yourselves, for the true nightmare is about to begin." After some time, the raven returned, its wings slicing through the dense shadows of Thana's domain. Its eyes glowed an eerie crimson, reflecting the malevolence of its mistress. As it settled on the twisted branch of a dead tree within her lair, a shadow began to take form behind it. The air grew colder, and the oppressive darkness seemed to deepen as the creature emerged, its figure towering and ominous.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

I don’t remember what almost killed me, but if it hadn’t been for Martin, it has completely erased me from this world, for which I am thankful. When I looked in the mirror again, I was surprised by what I saw... It was me, with multiple wounds. “W-what...?” I trembled and backed away from the mirror. “Fight, Ana. Take revenge on those who harmed us. Be an Ana Mystica.” I shivered and shook my head again before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. When I saw it had returned to normal, I sat on the bed, clutching my chest, because I was nervous.

I transferred myself into a top of the tree and held out my hand to generate a black miasma, copying the raven that my eyes us laid upon. When the mimic spell has been completed, my raven placed its feet on my arm—unlike the other ravens’ its supposedly black eyes were dark blue, easier to distinguish that it is mine. “Find her for me.” I whispered and it flew away. What is this kind of urge? I placed my hand on my chest, feeling loud thumps banging on it as I thought about her.

I did as I was told, and I think in their gentleman’s they brought something to cover me. “Once again we ask, who you are?” they questioned, their voices holding power. “Noella Cindy James, banned from the shadow pack, forced to run rogue,” I said capturing their attention. “Okay then, welcome to the unwanted city.” They said welcoming me. “Unwanted?” I questioned. “Yes the unwanted city, under the rue of king of rogues Edmond, this is a city for rogues, hidden in the depths of the forest.” The one guard stated. “So what do I do here?” I asked. They chuckled at my statement.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

Raven stumbled back, hand clamped over her mouth. Reed froze, knife trembling in his grip, his face drained of color. “What… what are you?” Malrik didn’t even look at him. His gaze fixed on Raven. “The better question, Raven Blackthorne, is what are you?” The knife clattered from Reed’s grip, ringing on the stone floor. His chest heaved, his eyes wide with horror as he staggered back. Raven couldn’t speak. The power in her blood stirred, restless and hot, answering something in Malrik’s words. Her claws pressed at her fingertips, her wolf pacing wildly, her pulse screaming that something inside her was no longer entirely wolf at all.

She was facing me, as the rays of the setting sun shone on her. "I'm Mystique, the Dark Raven," she replied as her wings spread. Now I know the truth, she was one of the villains in town. “You have seen the truth but in return is death,” she uttered and I could sense something bad will happen. I could no longer move and my whole body stiffened. "You can't fool me," she said as her hand gripped my neck. In an instant, I felt that I've lost my consciousness.