Raven Darkness Novels & Stories

The aura around him sank slightly, and his clear voice no longer carried even a trace of warmth as he calmly called out two words toward the empty mountain forest. "Raven." The moment his voice fell, the previously clear sky darkened abruptly. A giant raven with a wingspan of nearly ten feet, its entire body black as ink and its feathers gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, tore through the sky and dove down from the clouds with a howling rush of wind.

A woman's voice came out of the shadows. Arianna turned the lights on, and a redhead with scars down the right side of her face stood aiming for me. She glanced over at Arianna, her gun lowering. “Vanessa?”

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.”

Darkness. That was the first thing Raven noticed when she woke. A thick, suffocating kind of darkness, pressing against her from all sides. Her head throbbed, her limbs ached, and when she tried to move, something cold and unyielding dug into her wrists. Metal. Her instincts kicked in before her thoughts could catch up. She yanked her arms, twisting her body, but the sharp clink of chains sent a jolt of panic through her. No.

None of the guests had even laid eyes on Sephora as of yet, which would both be of use and a hindrance. Under the cover of darkness, the old housekeep helped Sephora fly the unconscious werewolf, still in human form, back up to the castle from the Nobles' Section. Ravens were almost invisible at night thanks to the colour of their wings; the nobler, the more effective this was. Its uses increased with rank and ability, and why for ravens, a mate with pure black wings and eyes, and… really anything dark, was so highly sought after.

The battle for supreme power was just beginning, and the fates of both were intertwined in a dark dance that would shape the course of the supernatural world. The raven landed silently on the balcony railing of the majestic room where Maya stood, witnessing the fall of Justin's hopes. The darkness around them seemed to intensify, as if the environment itself mourned the impending tragedy. Justin, blinded by his obsession, saw the raven as an extension of himself, a silent observer of his darkest desires.

descended an even larger shadow-a cloaked figure never seen before, grinning with two faces. Valtorius stiffened. "No... they called the Umbral Arbiter. This is... worse than I thought." And as the shadows swallowed the light again, Raven stared at her new enemy-with a gaze that was no longer fearful, but... lit with a determination she had never felt before. The hallway was now filled with colliding energies. Light and darkness competed for space, creating small explosions and invisible vortices that made the air heavy to breathe. Raven stood at the centre of it, her body emitting a purple light that now glowed darkly.

We are Shadowstorm. Raven’s eyes snapped open, gold burning in the darkness. “No.” She reached for Shadow, not as a weapon, but as a part of herself, letting it flow through every crack, every wound, every piece of her she once tried to hide. The darkness inside her rose, not to consume her, but to become her. The Wraith’s shadows faltered. Raven stood, Shadow erupting from her in a wave of black and gold, tearing The Wraith’s darkness apart, shredding the shadows that clung to her.

“That’s what the Men of the Shadows use to bind people. If they said it’s a debt to pay, then it’s them. It’s those men.” My eyes scanned the chaos. I knew it, felt it—they were watching. “If they’re responsible, we need to leave now,” Damon said sharply. “They have to be here somewhere,” I muttered. “Do you want to die here before finding them?” Damon snapped. “What matters is leaving before this place burns to the ground.” “I’ll find a way out,” Raven said as she stretched—and then morphed into a bird, taking off effortlessly. I froze for a second, seeing her shift for the first time, but forced myself to focus.

My body climbs into the shower with him, my hand reaching for his chest as he stops me. "Don't touch me, Raven." I glance up at him confused. “I can’t give you my darkness.” I stand shocked” “Yes, you can.” “Don’t, I can’t do that. You’re too good to take my bad Raven.” His eyes close. “You’re not bad Grayson!” How can he think that? His eyes snap open, and a shiver curses down my spine at his eyes. “I’m fucking evil! I will ruin you, so don’t touch me!” I move closer, my heart breaking under his gaze