Raven Darkholme Novels & Stories

Raven’s POV “Damien!” I screamed, rage ripping through my throat. I ran straight toward him, but before I could even reach him, he lifted his hand and flicked his wrist. The air cracked like thunder. I flew backward, slamming into the cave wall. The stone tore through my back, and before I could move, an invisible force pinned me there. My body trembled under his spell. “Stay still, Raven,” he said, his voice calm but filled with poison. He took a slow step toward me, his eyes glowing with that terrible golden fire. “You never learn, do you?”

Abraxas Raven’s soul is so dark that it would give most Rogue’s a run for their money. You could feel it as you stepped into the house. And the bedroom just radiated her darkness. When I had been talking to Damien outside, I had half hoped I was wrong. That my baby girl had just had one of her nightmares, but it turns out she was far more aware of souls than I realised. Maybe sitting in with Neah had brought it out in her.

The minutes stretched into hours, and just when I was beginning to think we’d made a mistake, I saw a figure at the end of the room The person was dressed in black, and their mask was a ghostly silhouette of a wolf's face. They moved with a deliberate, almost predatory grace, their eyes searching the room with keen intelligence. My heart pounded in my chest when I realized I was watching The Raven. I beckoned Nathan, who casually approached me. “Those are them,” I nodded to the person. “That’s the Dog.” Nathan's eyes narrowed, and he nodded slyly. “We just have to have them. follow my direction.”

One of the vampires had to have some, but would they give it to me? Then, I heard a tutting from behind me. “Rule one of plotting murder,” Raven said. “Don’t, especially if you’re doomed to fail. The second is don’t be so obvious about it.” I turned to look at her. She looked like she’d just taken a shower. Her eyes glowed with a soft red light. She was wearing another pair of tight leather pants and a camisole shirt under an embellished black corset. She looked as if she had rested and her eyes had a soft glow to them.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

It was the embodiment of a predator and it was assigned to kill me. The thing reeled back its head after in a great roar as if to bellowed out fire on me, the tiny figure standing in front of it. I instinctively rose the Aurora sword in front of me. Instead of normal flame, it blew out a steady stream of black and purple fire. The sword sliced it in half, protecting me. After the breath, it turned its head and gazed at me with one bright golden hazel eye. The fearsome intelligence I saw in it scared me even more. I was going to have to defeat this thing, and it might possibly be smarter than me. It was most definitely stronger.

he muttered under his breath before starting the engine and driving off to the location where Devon had sent his warriors and women. Raven finished signing the last of the papers and leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. He missed Brienne and their unborn child, but his responsibilities to the company and his pack kept him tied up. "What’s with the heavy sigh?" Johnson asked, looking up from his coffee. "I miss Brienne," Raven admitted, rubbing his temples. "Then go home when you’re done here," Johnson replied casually, taking another sip of his drink. "I told her you're a werewolf," Raven said suddenly, catching Johnson completely off guard. The man choked on his coffee, sputte

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. ***

It's clutched to her chest like a lifeline, like a promise she made to herself long before tonight. And I recognize the look in Alessia's eyes - curiosity and unease clashing like fire and frost. Derek glares at me, his voice cold. "What the hell do you mean, too late?" I don't answer him right away. Instead, I walk slowly towards the table to examine Raven's body. Dr. Dathan moves aside slightly to accommodate me. Raven's fingers twitch again, but it's not a reflex - her instincts are beginning to kick in. "She's not a Hellhound," I say, voice quiet but cutting. "Not unless the hell's grew tired of fire and bred their own chaos into something more... cunning."

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”