Raven Elyse Age Novels & Stories

Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was smudged from crying. She looked terrified, and somehow, still beautiful. "You going to tell me what that was about?" I asked. She finally looked at me, really looked at me, and I saw the moment recognition hit her hard. Of course, who in Verya would not recognize me? My face was all over the magazines, blogs, and there are always rumours about me. "You're Ravien Drayton." "And you're Elise Anderson, event planner for my company's charity gala next month." I gestured to my tablet on the dashboard.

She saw them—every scene, every word, every betrayal—playing before her eyes like a movie she couldn’t pause. And just like that... She was no longer in the hallway. She was back. Back to where it all began. Twenty years ago. It had started with a smile from a twelve-year-old girl in middle school. Raven had shoulder-length black hair, always held back with a glittery headband. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and kindness, and she walked with the kind of confidence only a girl born into wealth could carry. We were both in sixth grade, and I was new—quiet, nervous, unsure of where I belonged. But the moment she saw me, she waved like we’d known each other forever.

She was older than me, maybe twenty-eight, with blonde hair styled in a bob, clear blue eyes, and a body that belonged on a magazine cover. She wore all black gear that somehow looked both professional and predatory. Her eyes raked over me with open disgust. "I'm Raven," she said, her voice filled with scorn. "I'm the head of protection for Cassian's girls at Elysium.” "Girls?" "He didn't tell you?” She smiled, “I guess you're not that important, though I suppose you'll be joining the roster of dancers soon enough." "I'm not a dancer." "Not yet, give it a few weeks. They all end up there eventually."

"No, let's visit Raven. We haven't seen her in a while." I nodded my approval. "Yes, I want to thank her personally." Raven had been an old friend for far too long and she was a witch. She was over two hundred years old, even though she looked like she was in her late twenties, at the most. She was one of my oldest and trusted friends.

I accept it. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Roland.” “Yes, of course. My mom asked me to talk with Diana.” “Of course. Celine!” Rachel calls. A moment later, a teenage girl appears. “Can you get your sister? Let her know she has a visitor.” “She won’t come down, Mom, you know that.” Her words are for her mother, but her eyes are on me. Not warm. Not friendly. Cold. Apprehensive. “Then just show me to her,” I say.

“It’s starting to look like a proper pack out there,” I can’t hide my smile when I hear Raven’s voice from behind me. “Raven,” I gasp, turning to see her standing in the doorway of my room with Roan in her arms. “Lily, you look so beautiful,” Raven smiles, despite looking exhausted and run down from what I would guess is a lack of sleep. I blush standing in front of her, wearing a lavender white ombre A-line floor length gown with a large slit up to my thigh on one side.

“I can't recall my age, how old do you think I am?“ She asks. He observed her for some moments, “You look older than Raven by a year or two.“ “How old is Raven?“ Selena asks. “23.“ She did a little thinking, “I should be 25 then?“ He nodded, “Or 24.“ A little silence ensued between them as they walked into thicker parts of the wood. “How old are you?“ “You ask too many questions?“ “You look old, that's why.“ She chuckled. “I am not old,” He refuted, seemingly annoyed by her stance. “What are you? 40.“ He gasped at her, “27!”

I question while sniffing her fur finding myself becoming more relaxed in her presence. “She didn’t shift because she got magic, she can heal,” Raven replies watching me as I get up and nudge her so she stands. “She’ll be running around out here with you soon enough, she’ll just shift when most wolves do,” I reassure knowing that only Lycans can shift younger than thirteen and Raven is the youngest I’ve seen. Her young shift has me wonder if her Lycan form would come sooner than her 18th birthday. I can’t help my slight chuckle at how adorable she is as I watch her tote around the half-eaten bunny.

Ellaine asked. “My parents are of Elvin blood but as you know, I am a witch. I am more than a century old but I haven’t met the next witch of the Elvin blood. The Creator would only take me if I have completed my mission of passing my knowledge to the Elvin pillar of the next generation of witches.”

Raven looked into the mirror and saw that her brunette hair and brown eyes were running wild again. At the age of twenty-two, she had learned how hard life could be for one. She had recently finished her studies in culinary arts and she was excited to be going for her first job offer. She had prepared a dish that she was going to show and serve them. She went to the bathroom and showered. When she was done, she brushed and tied up her hair into a ponytail. She put on her uniform and Raven was ready to head out.