Raven Darkholme Mystique Novels & Stories

It was creepy gothic. "How do you know my name?" Kim demanded preparing to launch herself at the weird woman "Wrong question. The right question would be who am I? And what can I do for you? But I'll save us some time by answering them both. I am Raven. A dark witch. Or should I say, thee best dark witch. Oh by the way, sorry for slamming you into that wall. You vampires are fast, I didn't have another more polite method of stopping you" she said casually. Kim tilted her head not following the point of this "Oh yes as to what I can do for you, well I can save him" Raven added pointing a thin pale finger to Talons body. His eyes were closed and his breaths sounded more shallow erratic. Kim de

Was that why Xavier told her he was a murderer? All the times Riven had killed in her presence, it had always been because the person plotted against him or committed treason against his reign. The person or people had always deserved it, and she knew he would never kill for pleasure. Which was why she was so shocked that Riven had actually slaughtered the Shadow warriors and the dark angels. Xavier couldn't be mistaken;there was only one lycan that had that golden fur in all of the island. According to what Riven told her, it was the colour of the Qinn dynasty. No other lycan or werewolf had the rare golden fur. Was Riven actually a murderer?

He shook her but Mystique was now completely unconscious, blood rushing out from between her legs, tears slipped out from his eyes as he held her close to his chest, waiting for someone to find them and soon, the door was blasted opened and there stood was none other than Damien Martinez dressed in all black, his hair was disarrayed and his eyes was bloodshot, completely animal-like and hanging low on his hand was a katana sword dripping with blood. "Help" Hikaru cried out and that was when the beast's gaze landed on an unconscious Mystique, lying unconsciously in a young boy's arms, both were in a pool of blood coming out from her. His eyes widened and immediately, the sword fell out from h

They hastily left the house as they spread out to stop the armies, by then the accumulated death had risen to 20, and the souls were handed to Leslie she flew to the cave where Anetta had been imprisoned. Renetha breathed in with a sense of relaxation as she took in the powers that were in form of a smoke, her eyes turned pale white as the last power entered her, it was painful as she groaned and fell to the ground, but it was just a matter of time, the dark free fumes mixed with her system and all spread out to every part of her body, her veins popped and it's dark green colour were visible after a while she became calm and hid somewhere after sensing a presence she knew it was Scarlett, as

Scarlett / Raven’s POV I paced the length of my room, unable to stand still for more than a heartbeat. My tote bag remained clasped against my chest. An uneasy silence had settled over the castle after the investigation. The healers had all been dismissed early, and even Ms. Darkmoon had vanished without a single cutting remark. For the first time since I had met her, the rigid composure she wore like armor had cracked beneath the weight of what had happened to Elvis. I couldn't stop seeing him.

Raven thought his death was near when he saw dozens of red eyes behind the trees in the Forbidden Forest. Raven had just learned that one of the Shadow Wolves fighting him was a scout. Raven was completely underestimated as an Omega; even the scout Shadow Wolves thought he was weak and could be easily killed.

His molten gold eyes were wide, burning with a frantic, possessive madness as they locked onto the silver-eyed girl standing in the center of the light. ​But he wasn't the only one moving. ​From the dark, shadowed canopy of the western tree line, a massive, magnificent silver-gray wolf burst onto the plateau. The beast didn't look like any ordinary pack wolf; its aura was ancient, heavy, and carried the forbidden, lethal scent of the primordial bloodlines. As it hit the white sand, the wolf shifted in a seamless, terrifying blur of motion, turning back into the tall, slate-gray cloaked figure of Lysander Caelum Ravenhart.

My body climbs into the shower with him, my hand reaching for his chest as he stops me. "Don't touch me, Raven." I glance up at him confused. “I can’t give you my darkness.” I stand shocked” “Yes, you can.” “Don’t, I can’t do that. You’re too good to take my bad Raven.” His eyes close. “You’re not bad Grayson!” How can he think that? His eyes snap open, and a shiver curses down my spine at his eyes. “I’m fucking evil! I will ruin you, so don’t touch me!” I move closer, my heart breaking under his gaze

My guess was he wanted to see how long I could go before I went crazy and tried to kill anything in sight. Getting captured by Mason had been a choice. It was either that or face certain death. I couldn't remember exactly what happened or why I chose to fall into the hands of a rogue wolf king. Each time I tried to remember, I'd get an unbearable headache. All I knew was that I woke up in this dark dungeon with Mason as my captor. It's been two years since then. Two years since I last had a taste of blood. Was my memory loss because of trauma or starvation? If I had been an ordinary vampire, I'd have dessicated a long time ago.

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The name hit me like a bolt of lightning. Raven. The dark, enigmatic figure whose very name sent chills down the spines of even the most seasoned warriors. He had been hiding—vanished into the shadows, as if swallowed by the earth itself. No one knew where he went or why. But his power... that was something I’d never forgotten. I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing. Raven had been known for his manipulation of dark forces, his ability to twist minds and create illusions, to make people question reality itself. But why would he return now? What did he want with me, with my kingdom?