Raven Futa Novels & Stories

What comes next? Roman tapped his tablet and leaned forward. While we were at Volkov's gala, I managed to intercept another message. "Nyasha" was mentioned several times. She is renowned in the criminal underworld as a top-tier mercenary broker and strategist. Elena said, looking through the files, "She's a ghost." "Just a reputation for being ten steps ahead of her enemies, no photos, no verified nationality." "Do we have a place?" Xander's tone was stern as he asked.

The projected Transmigration Bureau agents charge and scatter the Ravens attacking close to the ground. Kera either slashes them apart with her overgrown talons or bites them in half with her fangs. Ankou throws a barrage of acidic blood-balls just like a rapid pitching machine. And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth.

I opened the next page and started reading through it. My mind and brain heated up at the amount of information this book contained. It talked about the raven wolves. The first raven wolf that was recorded centuries ago was in 600 B.c. They were the most feared and also the most powerful apart from pure-blood wolves. The powers they possess are telepathy. Wind control, strength, speed, healing abilities, premonitions, and the ability to control the four elements. They were highly fertile. Breeders! It went on to say how rare and coveted they were and, in the last several millennia, only females have had raven wolves and they came to the world through a normal wolf mating a royal pureblood.

He not only needs physical skill, but skills of the mind to be tactical in battle planning. Humans are known for their higher intelligent. It makes sense since they were created by the Wisdom god. Just like werewolves were created by the Moon goddess. The Druids were created by the Nature goddess, and the Vampires were created by the Sun god. The four races reflect their gods in many ways. For werewolves, it’s our wolf spirit that allows us to shift that connects to the Moon goddess. Speaking of my wolf, Sabrina is finally stirring enough that I think she will want to shift soon. There is a full moon coming up, and full moons are when it’s easiest to shift, especially for a half-breed who al

Because everyone looks like they have no idea about what you're talking about. Janet came to my rescue. I know my mum is going to be asking me a lot of questions, and I'm hoping she isn't disappointed in me. We are like every typical Ghanaian family so I know my mum won't be happy that I'm dating someone let alone our employers son. "Alice didn't reply to Janet and we all continued eating as though nothing happened.

It was creepy gothic. "How do you know my name?" Kim demanded preparing to launch herself at the weird woman "Wrong question. The right question would be who am I? And what can I do for you? But I'll save us some time by answering them both. I am Raven. A dark witch. Or should I say, thee best dark witch. Oh by the way, sorry for slamming you into that wall. You vampires are fast, I didn't have another more polite method of stopping you" she said casually. Kim tilted her head not following the point of this "Oh yes as to what I can do for you, well I can save him" Raven added pointing a thin pale finger to Talons body. His eyes were closed and his breaths sounded more shallow erratic. Kim de

Hollowborn screamed, Hunters faltered, and even the rogues recoiled. Raven’s scream cut through the chaos, pure and terrifying, as she moved through the battlefield like a god. Every strike, every surge of energy, every motion was precise, as Riders and guardians alike followed her lead, their combined power amplifying hers, creating a symphony of destruction that no army could withstand.

Melisa withdrew, and Kite entered the battle. Melisa recovered so quickly and rejoined the battle. They were both powerful individuals, but they failed to remember that Raven was and still is a Luna wolf. She had twice as many abilities as the two betas combined. Raven grew furious. She didn't fight because she believed they had misidentified her as someone else, but that doesn't seem to be the case. They had come to kill her, but why would they want her dead if she was the one being wronged? They don't want peace or to talk, so she won't give them peace either. Loudly growling, she moved in between them, knocking them both out at once.

A few wolves growled in agreement, their distrust thick in the air. Cara smirked, stepping closer to Ryan. “That’s why Raven smells weird. And why their baby is a mutant!” A red haze of fury washed over Raven. Her wolf pushed against her skin, urging her to attack. She took a step forward, her voice dangerously low. “Say another word about my child,” she growled, “and I’ll rip your tongue out.” Cara crossed her arms, unimpressed. “You aren’t going to do anything. Come sunrise, you’ll be nothing more than a pile of ash.”

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.