Raven Darkholme Novels & Stories

I wanted him. Raven Blackwood. Raven Blackwood was the son of my father’s best friend Richard Blackwood. He was twenty years old this year. He followed after his father’s steps and took over his business just at the age of eighteen. He had dark hair, which looked sharper than shadows, and his gray eyes. Well, they looked like some storm that was on the verge of destruction. Everyone admired him and feared him. And me? Well, I was no exception either.

“Ok, if that’s what you decide, then I can’t stop you. But from what I know, there’s a dark side to being a night wolf, which is why that breed has only been bestowed on werewolves with a pure heart, so that they’re strong enough to not give into it. Which is why I hope that what you’re about to do doesn’t steer you into the dark, cause the last thing I want for you is for you to be lost to it for good, and not be able to do all the good things I know you’re capable of” “I’m supposed to protect the innocent against the evil!”. I snapped back defensively. “And you have! You’ve already done that. Luke is dead because he attacked, he chose to fight. As much as I can’t stand the sight of Violet,

"Move aside, or I will put a hole through your forehead before you can raise that barrel." "She won't be moving," another voice purred from the shadows behind Nella. A tall silhouette stepped into the light. Ravena. Her dark hair was pulled back, her eyes reflecting the flashlight beam with a strange, sickening purple tint that didn't belong to any normal wolf. The air around her seemed to warp, dark, smoky tendrils of magic curling around her boots and seeping into the water. "Marcus, fire!" Bellamy yelled.

Alice, munching on popcorn, watched intently as if viewing a movie while Lavi smiled at her. Raven entered Jacob's home, settling in like a regular visit. Thankfully, Rick had installed a spy camera in Jacob's room, allowing us a clear view of the unfolding scene, even in his absence. Raven conversed with Jacob, who shared his latest plan—a plan I suspected to be a ruse. As Raven drank from a chalice, unbeknownst to him, it had been poisoned to paralyze him. Gradually, the effects took hold, and confusion crossed Raven's face as his eyes grew heavy. Before he could piece together what was happening, Jacob's assistant emerged from behind and drove an oak stake into Raven's heart. Lavi and Ali

I watch the door open, Bear, Hawk and Doc walking in and sitting. “Take a look.” I watch as Grayson holds out the box and envelope. Why is he showing them? I stare at him. “Raven’s past is coming back, it’s someone who likes to kill those she is close to. So we’re calling in everyone, if we’re not with her, we need at least three more guys watching her closely.” “You said those she is close to?” Doc looks at us and we nod. “Yes, that includes Ava, so if we’re not going to be with Ava, we need more people around her.” I won’t let Grayson pretend like Ava isn’t a target.

“I saw it. One of them. Before the Hollow struck, there was a shadow moving… and it wasn’t one of your wolves.” Raven dropped to her knees beside him. “Who?” Ragnar’s brow furrowed, sweat dripping down his temple. “I don’t… know the name. Tall. Dark hair. Cloak with the council’s crest.” Gasps echoed. The room erupted in snarls and denials. “Enough!” Raven roared. The chamber fell silent instantly.

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

They were scared out of their minds. They looked at me like I was a ghost when Mara brought me in. A tall girl with short black hair stepped forward. Her name was Lena. She had a scar across her cheek. “You are new,” she said. Her voice was rough from no talking. “Day one,” I said. Some of them laughed bitterly. Lena looked me up and down. “You will not last.” I met her eyes. “I am Raven Blackthorne. I have four bonds waiting outside that gate. I am not dying in here. And neither are you.”

I asked. Frank stopped cutting into his piece of chicken and looked up at me. "Raven is a child born in the shadows. To date, we have no idea what he is. All I know is that the Russians did a lot of experiments on the boy when he was born. He looks like death. He's pale, lean, and tall with these long fingers. He looks a lot like a Reaper.