Romans & histoires Raven Guard Chapters

The following bonus chapters are for the Valentine's Day special "A Valentine's Wedding." There are references to future Ravenwood books, but no spoilers! I hope you enjoy it! Clay - Who'd have thought the perpetual bachelor would settle down? Meeting Xenia turned my world upside down in the best way. I am looking forward to spending the rest of my life with her. My family, the ones that count, are all behind us. Xenia - It has been almost two years since I fell into a pond and found true love. Clay is everything I could have wanted and didn't think I deserved. Despite some annoying human-size speed bumps, we will start a new chapter together as husband and wife.

Raven I was staring into space, disbelief running through me at the words of these men. I looked between them, my head shaking. “I don’t believe you. No, there’s no way that happened. No one would believe them.” The blonde-haired guy entered the room, his phone in hand. He registered the scene before him, the smile on his face instantly wiped off as soon as he took in my expression. He looked between us. “The doctor is on his way,” he said, joining the other two men who were watching me intensely, his own green eyes fixed on me. “Let me guess. You told her.”

Chapter 66 Despair As Raven landed, she picked up the faint scent of her children, and her heart skipped a beat. Her clawed feet pounded the ground with a fierce intensity, her wings fully expanded as she strode forward. But as she took in the scene before her, her eyes widened in horror. The destruction was catastrophic, and she let out a blood-curdling scream that shook the very foundations of the Earth, like the aftershocks of a devastating earthquake. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that her worst fears had come true - she had thought her babies were killed in the battle that ravaged this place. The anguish and grief that followed were overwhelming, threatening to consume he

I hated how they reminded me of last night, those shadow-creatures flickering through the halls, reaching for Raven as she performed her spell. A sigh slipped out of me as I scanned some fragments of the shattered wards. I needed Raven. And not the hired mage I’d insisted on using before. “Who perhaps could be involved in this,” I murmured to myself. But why though? She wouldn't so anything with it. I messaged my aching temple as I began making my way back to the castle. I found Raven in the great hall, her sleeves rolled up as she tended to an injured scout. Her hair was tied loosely at the nape of her neck, strands escaping and clinging to her cheeks. Reed and Aurora played quietly nearby

Fur burst across my skin—dark and thick—my senses sharpening until every sound, every scent, every terrified heartbeat slammed into me all at once. I turned, towering over them now, my wolf fully unleashed. And then I looked at Raven. She hadn’t shifted. She stood there—small, shaking, defiant even in her fear. I growled. Low. Warning. “Run,” Rowan shouted at her. “Raven, run!” For a split second, she hesitated. Then she turned and bolted. Something feral snapped inside me. I lunged forward, stone cracking beneath my weight as I tore through the chamber doors, guards scattering as I burst into the halls. Her scent flooded my senses—fear, grief, something else sharp and wild beneath it.

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.

“Do you want to come along?” I freeze. This is unexpected. Suspiciously unexpected. “Why? Are you suddenly feeling guilty, Mr. Graham?” “Do I have any reason to?” he asks, voice steady, unbothered, like he’s discussing stock prices. Diana’s POV I spend half the day in my room, buried in the new fantasy book I’ve been obsessing over. Honestly, the book is the only reason I haven’t overthought my entire existence in this house. That, and the free Wi-Fi that is probably fast enough to power a small country.

Watched every damn breath like it was gold. It was just one kid, you know? But something about him… I don’t know. He reminded me that I still had something left to give. That I could still do this. This was what I’m good at before, to heal and to help before I became a prisoner and a breeder and a forgotten ex-mate. I’m Raven and a doctor. When everything was stable, Cora gently nudged me. “Come on,” she said. “You need to rest before you become my next patient.”

The Savage Saints' clubhouse was a fortress of controlled chaos in the hours following the warehouse massacre. Raven sat in Jax's office, still wearing the clothes she'd worn during her surveillance mission, the scent of gunpowder and fear clinging to her like a second skin. Through the reinforced windows, she could see armed guards patrolling the perimeter while wounded Saints received medical attention in the main room.

~Luna I stood there, arms folded, as one of my guards crouched by the lock. The heavy chains groaned and clattered to the ground, the sound echoing against the cold stone walls. The iron smell of rust mixed with the faintest trace of blood, it had been days since anyone cleaned this room. When the last shackle clicked free, I stepped closer, my heels tapping a deliberate rhythm that I knew would taunt him more than comfort him. Raven raised his head slowly, his dark hair damp against his forehead, his chest rising and falling as though every breath were a battle.