Raven Darkholme Novels & Stories

A figure emerged from the chaos, his eyes locking onto her with cold familiarity. Her stomach twisted. She knew him. And he was supposed to be dead. Rogues. The tallest of the three, a man with jagged scars running down his face, stepped forward with a smirk. His eyes—completely black, void of any humanity—locked onto Raven’s shackled form. “Well, well,” he drawled, voice laced with amusement. “Looks like we found ourselves a little prize.” Raven bared her teeth, ignoring the weakness in her limbs. “If you think I’m going anywhere with you, you’re dumber than you look.”

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

I demanded. Xander stepped close to me and looked into my eyes, his expression serious. "You know that the clinic burning down wasn't an isolated incident, just like this vampire's murder wasn't an isolated incident either. Before you go, we have to put a stop to whoever is hunting us, or else you will be hunted down and killed." He sighed. "If Raven said—" "How did you know her name?" I demanded, amazed that he had known exactly who I was talking about. He shrugged. "Raven is an extraordinary witch. If she says you have a wolf that's dormant, then you can take it to the bank."

“Everything is brighter, everything is … like I have the most incredible thing to look forward to, and this is a girl who has dated like probably a few dozen of the richest men in D.C., but none of them were good enough for her. I mean, I know Haven doesn’t encourage her girls to actually date the clients but come on, I’m sure most threw themselves at her, offered her the world. She’s not interested in money, she just wants to finish school without debt. She could have just attached to a sugar daddy anytime, but she’s not like that.” “I don’t like where this is going,” Heath said, reading my lost puppy dog face. I sat up suddenly and said, “there’s only one way to play this, go big or give u

"That's why we came here!" "Working on it!" Raven was already at the cell door, her hands glowing that familiar silver-blue as she worked frantically on the lock. Sweat was pouring down her face. "These chains are spelled with dark magic. The locks are too hard to break through. It's going to take me more than a minute—" "We don't have a fucking minute!" A corrupted wolf lunged directly at me and I barely dodged, throwing myself sideways. My claws came out instinctively—longer than before, sharper, glowing faintly with that Silverthorne silver—and I raked them across its face without thinking.

"Raven is Dr. Helena Park. Neuroscientist. Worked on memory modification programs. Disappeared after the Circle's fall. Presumed dead but clearly isn't." "And Wolf?" Viktor hesitated. "Wolf is... complicated. No one's seen their face. No verified intel. But word is they're enhanced. Military-grade modifications. Circle's last black-ops project before everything collapsed. A ghost that makes ghosts." "Weaknesses?" Luna asked. "Serpent loves his daughter. She's his blind spot. Raven is obsessed with legacy. Wants her research to matter more than she wants anything else. Wolf..." Viktor shrugged. "Wolf is a cipher. Unknown. Unstoppable, by reputation."

inhaling deeply he closed his eyes, “Just like home, yes?” “Well. I’ve waited long enough.” Raven began to run down the cliff and through the entrance of the forrest and deeper into the helm of the brush and that he’s lining the path. As the dark gift faded with the lowering of the sun and rising of the moon, Raven started feeling heavy and deeply tired. Bradford looked over at her as she began to fall behind. He quickly slit his wrist and went to her. “Drink of me again; we can’t slow now.” Raven didn’t hesitate as NOTHING would stand in the way of seeing her mama again.

Raven. He stepped into the dim light like he owned the night, like he had summoned the darkness itself to accompany him. The last light of the sun etched cruel shadows on his face, highlighting the sharpness in his jaw, the void in his eyes. His hair was damp, his clothes wrinkled, stained with grime and something that looked like blood, but the most terrifying thing wasn’t what I could see—it was what I felt. That familiar cold that clung to him like a second skin, the one I used to mistake for quiet strength, now revealed as something far more sinister.