Raven Darkholme Novels & Stories

I’m so tired I can’t imagine opening my eyes—and then I fly. *** Through air, darkness, and mist, I wander with no sense of direction. Everything is black, save for the pale light of the moon spilling down on me. Then I see it. A figure in the distance. The closer I move, the more the silhouette sharpens. Long hair. A throne. Not she—he. Long jet‑black hair, a pale, fair complexion, black armor gleaming faintly in the moonlight. The Raven Wolf King.

Tristan is watching us. I can't help the annoyed shift of my head, glancing behind me before focusing on Oscar again. Oscar notices. His eyes flick upward briefly before returning to me, something almost like pity settling in them. “I get it,” he says quietly. “I really do. But once a Madden sets his sights on you…” “It’s just a name,” I cut in. He lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Just a name? Raven… that name built half the things around you. It destroys the other half.” The wind cuts through us again, but I barely feel it now.

She says with a genuine smile, earning an elbow from Jess. I shake my head, dismissing both of the women, especially Jessica and telling Kennock I’ll call for him if I need someone to escort us when we go to Blackmoon. He stops after two steps and turns back, his eyes shining with an emotion neither of us can afford to name right now, and I nod to him. I know, and I feel it too, but right now it doesn’t matter, not when lives are on the line. ‘He has a wolf.’ Raven says, purring with glee. I stop midstep as if lightning hit me. He has a wolf? But I do not smell nothing but vampire, and even that is faint, as if he is hiding his full aura or something.

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

but now, his blood-pink problems are over. completely that girl's alternatives withinside the darkish--the vampire called Isabella's beauty, is not able to vanish from his mind. “She regarded quite cute...” Raven shakes his head, scattering all records regarding her from his head so leaves the shower. using a towel to wipe his head, Raven walks in the direction of the kitchen. actuation of a milk bottle from the icebox to drink is actually perfect, but, he all at once hears a noisy banging from the door.

"The Lord has heard our prayers. Raven is a pure white wolf with golden eyes. If Scarlet's wolf resembles the Raven, as it is described in the book, we'll kill them both. Tonight!" "Yes, Anton. We will kill them both tonight!" Adolpha spoke as her eyes, which were normally gold, flashed.

He knocked out the attendant with a fast backhand and looked through the logbook for the name Ethan Slayer. Once he did, he proceeded straight to the second floor and halted in front of a room. The entire inn was deafeningly quiet. At the tavern, everyone was either asleep or not there at all. Raven entered the chamber after unlocking the wooden door using his basic expertise. Even though it was completely dark, everything was visible to his trained eyes. A person with blondish hair was resting comfortably on the bed. He was young, maybe too young. Raven, on the other hand, felt no guilt at all. The number of times noble families paid him to assassinate the descendants of other families was

They wouldn't be able to hide for so long without making a mistake on their part. “Yeah…their eye color would change back to normal, which is always black, whenever they are triggered or angry”. Raven's eye color had always been gray, and when she was angered it turned more grayish. “You don’t think they have been the one attacking us all this while”. Gale said, his brows furrowed in thought. “No thier method of killing is quite crafty, they can kind of suck out the life of the person with their dark spells, without hurting them physically”.

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

Raven rolled her eyes " Didn't you just say you'll roast him alive" She frowned in confusion " Wait! How did he even call you directly, are you.. " I'm Meek and he's Eight, we're Venom's companions" Meek said with an outstretched hand, Raven enveloped her hand with his, she wondered why she felt like she was drowning while staring into his deep brown eyes. " Uh.I I'm Raven Smith, the eldest miss of the Smith family, it's nice to meet you both" **** Even as Olivia scanned the entire hall, she couldn't find anything that could have frightened Daera.