Raven From Titans Go Novels & Stories

the driver scowled. "Why are you angry?" Vivan looked upset, "This is my own home, no one can get in my way." "That Lincoln on our way, how does it look like Mr. Adams' car?" Elon opened the window and took a closer look, "Did your parents invite Mr. Adams?" "Which Adams?" asked Vivan, poking his head out to see, "You mean, that Berrick from the Titan Group?" "Dane, go check it out." Elon Mars commanded.

He revealed, pointing at the report on his screen. After looking at the both of us for a while, he cleared his throat to continue from where he had stopped, “Raven here was a rogue when she was brought into this pack. Her origin according to the report was that she had a lineage with the throne of the Crestwood Pack and I already confirmed that to be true.” “It's confusing,” I muttered trying to create a scenario in my head but I began to feel a splitting headache that made me hold my head as I winced in pain.

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

“Never going to happen.” Just as I’m about to turn away, Raquel grabs me by the upper arm. My shirt’s sleeve rides up an inch, exposing the bottom portion of my old tattoo. She frowns, a flicker of recognition flashing across her eyes. She doesn’t let me escape, moving so swiftly that I have no time to react. She pushes my sleeve up to expose the entire composition: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its black beak. Her mouth falls open. “You’re a Red Raven.”

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I have an assumption but I want a confirmation. "Is it... Raven?" I asked, trying to confirm what was running in my head. Einah clapped her hands and giggled. "Yep! Actually, my father has been planning this for a long time. He saw something in Raven that is why he personally trained him. Even the pack members saw greatness in him. He's not a pure-blooded werewolf but they saw him as a future leader in this pack. But Raven doesn't know about this. You know... after his parent's tragic death, he runs away. But regardless of what he did, we are still waiting for his return."

She said, my mind drifted to Titan, I had bumped into him at the academy, and he is also a fine young man. “Oh,” I simply said, I didn’t know what to say any longer. She smiled at me. “Come, I’ll take you to your room, I’m sure you are tired of perceiving hospital-” She got cut short when Raiden Stormed into the room looking furious. “Mum!” He yelled as soon as he stormed in, behind him was Raven and he had a huge grin on his face. “Raven!” I called out to him and he waved at him happily.

Xena stayed on the line like she always did. After a moment, she pushed. “You can’t keep doing this, Raven. He’s not going to stop. You’re the Luna, and you’re on the fucking floor again. No one in this pack is coming to help you, especially when you’re playing the role of happy mate.” I swallowed blood. “You know why.” She waited.

"Don't play dumb with me, Raven. I know you were at Damien's territory. I know you had a meeting with him. And now he's dead. I did send you to him, remember?” Raven looked up, her gaze matching mine. "I did not kill him, Alpha Fenrir. I swear it." I took a step closer, my voice dropping to a low menacing growl. "You expect me to believe that? You, were the last person to meet with him…and all of a sudden he is dead. Common Raven make this easy for the both of us.” Raven's face lost its color, but she stood her ground. "I didn't kill him, Alpha. I'm telling the truth. How can a weakling like me kill an alpha like Damien?”

Rode through choppy water under bruised skies. The island was small. Military-looking and abandoned. But the bunker was still powered,waiting still. Inside: a room full of mirrors. One projector. And a chair. Matteo stayed at the door while I sat in the chair. The projector blinked. Tito’s voice filled the room. “If you’re watching this, then I failed.” There was no Intro or apology. Just Tito talking. “You weren’t born, Raven. You were made. You were what I needed. A weapon that could cry. A ghost that could love. A daughter that would never stop bleeding for me.”