Raven Darkness Novels & Stories

"At first, I refused—because Arah was also pregnant with Katleah, and I didn’t want the child harmed. But Cynthia was power-hungry, and she’d do anything to steal the crown from Arah. She told me that if I killed Dave, I’d inherit all of the Colster fortune. I’d finally rival the Dela Vegas... and maybe win Amanda back. Blinded by rage and revenge, I agreed. I led the Dark Secrets—an underworld organization once controlled by Cynthia’s family. They trained me in the darkest arts—murder, bribery, even heinous rituals. Under my command, we grew strong. Eventually, we succeeded in killing Katleah’s parents..." Raven was in complete shock. The man he thought was a loving father had sold his soul

His raven black short hair shines at the light of the small chandelier, although his bangs cover his eyes as he looked down, Ariz knew how beautiful his emerald green eyes are. Nobel Damian Lewis is his full name. At the age of 23, he is already a well-known parapsychologist, professor/researcher in British Society for Psychic Research that studied paranormal activities both those blamed to be cause by entities, and those believed to be cause by the mysterious ability of human mind. Aside from his genius mind, Nobel is also popular because of his handsome looks. With the height of 5’11, a lean body, and his pale white skin, people once asked her if her boss is a real living vampire.

I look him in the eye, his government sent him here because they know Raven is capable of being dangerous. “I honestly didn’t believe the report. She’s very young, I’ll admit she's mature and carries herself like a warrior, but she doesn’t seem as lethal and dangerous as Dagon claimed.” Ingvar glances at his men who all nod. “Raven is very special, she’s more than just a lycan. My mate is the Goddess of Death, and she is capable of killing hundreds of thousands, if not more, in the blink of an eye if she really wanted to. However, Raven is an incredibly strong woman who is duty driven to protect her people and innocents. Raven want’s peace, she doesn’t understand people who want to rule ever

"Oh my god! Is he doing it again?" Marona hissed while imagining the horror. "Any update on Aurora?" Damon asked Mikhail. "I hope she is alive or else this man will go crazy." "She is alive, we just need to find her." Mikhail sighed. Rafael walked out of the basement at the same time, drenched in blood and anger. He was silently walking towards the house. "Hey, Rafael... We were talking about baby's genders. What do you want, girls or boys?" Damon asked and Mikhail nudged him. He was literally poking a wounded tiger.

he replies calmly. Enraged, I ask. "Supposition?! You think my explanation nonsensical, don't you? "No Alessia. But....." "Explain why two people tried to kill me without a reason in one night?" I blowup, cutting him short. "Explain your behavior tonight?" Derek is speechless. Couldn't say a word. "Raven dark magic, is a magic as old as time, and it is mostly use by witches and skin walkers for mind control." I continue.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

The apartment was dark. Not the darkness of night. Something worse. Something chosen. Heavy curtains swallowed the city. No lamps. No mercy of ordinary light. Only a single candle on the table, its flame bending with the draft when she opened the door. The shadows it threw were wrong. Too long. Too restless. Crawling up the walls like they were alive. Raven stood just inside the threshold. Her back pressed against the cold wood. Her hands were fists she didn’t remember making.

Darkness. It was all Raven could see, all he could feel, as if the world had collapsed into a void. There was no ground beneath him, no air to breathe, yet he was suffocating. The whispers came first, though faint like it's on the edge of his consciousness and they were in languages he didn’t know, had never heard. They weren’t voices from one direction—they surrounded him, pressed against his ears, whispered right beside him, and roared from some unreachable distance all at once.

I whispered, a look of longing on my face. Without Raven, there's no light in my life, only darkness. She's the only one who can tame me, tame my wolf. “I feel sorry for you,” Aeress’s voice breaks. “Choosing a life without love, without emotions, without affection, it’s only misery that awaits you now. Raven is different. She’s full of life, she’s vibrant, she’s loving. She has a dark side to her but that only makes her more admirable in my eyes. She doesn’t give up, hell, that’s proof right there,” she yelled, motioning to Raven inside the room, “she’s a survivor. She’ll go to the depths of the earth for somebody she loves. Can you say the same!”

Just then, Maddox let out a peal of crazed laughter with several garbled mumblings. "You've surprised me, Trevor Penn. Your domain is truly powerful, but I'm afraid that's going to be the end of it. Everything shall succumb to the God of Darkness in the end!" Maddox roared. "Darkness Falls: Demon Raven Storm!" All at once, the black spiritual flames on Maddox burned even more brightly, spreading out to a dozen meters around him. These flames turned into countless three-eyed ravens and a dozen scarecrows of darkness. The Abyss Scepter shot out a pillar of black spiritual energy right into Maddox's body.