Raven Emblem Novels & Stories

This was different. My senses, already heightened, zeroed in, leading me towards the outer wall. And there it was. My breath hitched. A raven, its black feathers stark against the cold stone, pinned by a small, cruelly fashioned dagger driven straight through its chest. My jaw tightened. This wasn't just a dead bird; it was a fucking statement. Then I saw it, tied to its leg with a rough piece of twine – a scrap of cloth, faded and torn, but the sigil was unmistakable. A snarling wolf’s head, white against a blood-red field. It was from The Northern Highlands.

“No.” He attacked. Not with a wild lunge, but with a swift, controlled strike meant to disarm, not kill. I ducked, the shard in my satchel thumping against my ribs. The movement brought me closer to him than I intended. As I twisted away, the collar of the rough leather vest he wore shifted. There, on the side of his neck, just above the thick muscle, was a tattoo. Small, intricate, but unmistakable. A black raven in flight, its wings spread—the exact symbol on the bloodied badge in my pocket. The mark of Damon’s pack.

I was freaking out. “The raven is their symbol. I didn’t remember it at first, but I saw it in Isa’s mom’s cupboard, and it all came rushing back,” I said. “Isa’s what?” Marco interrupted, already losing it. I realized I shouldn’t have mentioned that detail first.

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

The great hall of Ravencrest was alive with the low hum of conversation, the clink of goblets, and the rich scent of roasted meats, spiced wine, and burning pine logs in the massive hearths. Lanterns hung from black iron chains, casting warm golden light across the long tables draped in dark banners embroidered with the Ravencrest sigil. A wolf howling at a blood-red moon. Liera stood near her mother’s side, her posture straight and regal as befitted the daughter of Asheville’s Luna, but her mind was elsewhere.

Silver Luna did not hesitate and unboxed the carefully wrapped package before she saw a stunning Traditional Russian Gzhel ceramic serving set etched with frost motifs and ancient Eastern pack insignia. The women leaned forward. “How exquisite.” “Is that Volkov silverwork?” “It must be custom.” Silver Luna Selene had a huge smile on her face, feeling extremely proud when hearing the compliments. "It is my Clara’s most prized possession. She won’t even let her mother touch it.” Luna Laurent took the opportunity to approach her and said, “It was gifted to her by the Eastern Veterans’ Relief Chapter after she donated the trust fund her grandfather had left her to their rehabilitation fund in co

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

‘Fits your name as a messenger,’ Laughed Jente. Maddie looked around without understanding. ‘Why then does that suit Raven? And what about a messenger? ‘she asked. ‘Raven's name means messenger,’ Jente explained. ‘And the color purple means that he can explain and pass on messages well.’ Maddie did not understand much. What kind of messages? She chose a white ribbon herself. Cleanliness, spirituality, and dreams, she knew. Omen poured the tea and took the bread out of the oven. Jente brought the bowl of freshly baked cookies and the fruit salad. Everyone was ready for the ceremony.

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

"But they found this brooch when they were searching for clues. Although they are unsure what emblem this is or if this really belongs to the attackers.” The tracker handed me the emblem and my brow furrowed upon seeing it. I was well-versed in the symbols of every wolf pack and notable rogue group in the continent, but this one was unfamiliar. A wolf and a waning crescent moon with four stars above it – it was unique, and that sent shivers down my spine.