Raven Darkholme Novels & Stories

Mine is dying, not slowly, but fast. Raven paused for a few seconds, her gaze fixated on the shot glass in front of her . "No one should here this, not in this manner," she said, looking back up at me. "Exactly, Raven," I said, grabbing her shoulder. "But if it dies finally, no one would be able to hide it--" "Let's be positive, Rowen. First off, your wolf wont die. Second--"

Raven was moaning, so Damon and Cael looked at each other. “What’s happening?” Kyra asked. “Raven is acting weird while sleeping,” said Cael. “What do you mean?” Kyra asked. “Well,” Cael stared at Raven. She wore her sleeping wear but kept moaning and kicking her feet. Even her hips lifted in the bed. “She’s being controlled, I guess….” Kyra turned off her phone, then she confronted Tyler. “Confirmed. Raven is Sir Carl’s target. “ Tyler smiled slightly. “Are you ready to fight them?”

The sound of cutlery being placed down echoed sharply through the room. Damon's hand had stilled completely, his fingers loosening around the knife as it rested against the plate with deliberate control, but the shift in his presence was immediate, heavy and cold enough that even the servants seemed to shrink further into the corners. Forcing a shift was one of the worst kinds of torture there was, something even full-blooded wolves feared, something that could break a body and mind beyond repair. And Leah—fragile, half-human, someone who couldn't even shift properly—she shouldn't have survived something like that.

Even Lucia, Demi, and Sophie could not help the wave of terror that struck them, even if they were standing a good hundred meters away. However, Maddox's pupils seemed to have their emotions riled up out of nowhere. It was as if they had been charged with a sudden burst of gusto. They glowered at Wilbur ferociously in the dark, letting out a series of animalistic howls. "Darkness Falls: Demon's Raven!" Maddox shouted once more, his height growing at an alarming rate. Maddox's head turned into that of a three-eyed raven as a pair of black wings extended from his back. Each of his outstretched hands held a blazing black scythe.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

I'm going to remove the blindfold now, and don't you dare ever think you could outsmart me, won't allow this to happen. He removed the blindfold from my eyes, it was blurry at first and now it was Ok, the house was big and spacious, it was beautiful and dangling I can't the place to my, it was hard choosing the one that is cooler between him and Damon, but that not the point now I need to escape this hell loop if I don't want anything to happen, cause I can't live if this man ever touches me, the guilt am going to felt is not of this world.

Even Kael’s jaw tensed, the faintest muscle jumping in his cheek. The air itself seemed to bow. A slow sound rose over the ringing silence. Footsteps. Calm, deliberate. He emerged from the shadows as if the darkness itself obeyed him. Riven. The name rolled through the whispering wolves like thunder. He was tall with broad shoulders wrapped in black, eyes an unnatural amber that caught the faint light like embers in ash. The lines of his face were cruelly beautiful, his expression unreadable. Stillness clung to him, the kind that came before storms and broken bones.

There, barely visible in the blue light, stood a figure dressed in a dark cloak. Motionless. Watching. Marcus immediately raised his pistol. “Show yourself.” The figure didn’t move. Instead, a familiar voice echoed through the chamber. “You’ve come farther than I expected.” Claire’s expression hardened. “The Raven.” The cloaked figure inclined his head. “You’ve been chasing the wrong journal.” Amelia frowned. “You stole Nathaniel Ashcroft’s confession.” “I borrowed it.” “Why?” The Raven took one slow step into the light. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth black mask shaped like the head of a raven.

The man seemed to be losing his breath, his face started to turn purple and with time, he fell to his knees in front of Aspen. Aspen, who had been looking around for any nearby doctor, then saw the cause of Lance’s pain. It was her sister, Raven, who was now wearing an aura that exuded darkness. Her eyes shined with a reddish glow, and artistically evil black lines started to appear on the woman’s skin. The sight startled Aspen a little. But when Raven opened her mouth to speak, true fear wrapped Aspen. “I told you to tell the truth, you fool.” The resounding and sinister voice shook the space, and the surrounding lights flickered without pause. “I wish to get rid of you, so why are you acti

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling