Raven Harrison Novels & Stories

My heart raced frantically as that figure tilted her head, studying me. “Greetings, Harley.” She spoke coolly. “I am Raven. It’s nice to finally meet you.” My lips trembled. “R–Raven?” “Yes.” “Who are you?” My voice cracked under the weight of her presence. She stepped closer, filling every corner of my mind. “I am your lycan, Harley.” The words felt unreal, twisting my guts painfully. Disbelief sucked the very breath from my mouth as I shook my head violently. “That’s impossible.” I argued. “I’m omega Harley. A wolf-less omega. I have been one my entire life.”

This Raven woman better be good, considering Hector had threatened me to stay away from her. When Raven came on the stage, I had to avert my gaze because, my God, this Raven woman was sexy as hell. She was perfection. Raven was at least five foot nine inches tall, and I would have to say she weighed approximately around one hundred and forty pounds, and it was all muscle.

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.

CHAPTER 58 DAMIEN’S POV I couldn’t believe everything I had seen. Raven was a Moonsworn healer. Moonsworn healers were a rare wolf type. I never really stood a chance at leading the kingdom. Without Raven even growing amongst the strongest wolves, she had become one herself—the strongest, rarest and possible the fiercest wolf there is. I had to leave the room. I was angry she had the ability to heal Vera but wouldn’t do it. I wasn’t asking for too much. All I wanted was that my little sister got better. That was all I wanted.

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

I demanded. Xander stepped close to me and looked into my eyes, his expression serious. "You know that the clinic burning down wasn't an isolated incident, just like this vampire's murder wasn't an isolated incident either. Before you go, we have to put a stop to whoever is hunting us, or else you will be hunted down and killed." He sighed. "If Raven said—" "How did you know her name?" I demanded, amazed that he had known exactly who I was talking about. He shrugged. "Raven is an extraordinary witch. If she says you have a wolf that's dormant, then you can take it to the bank."

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

I add staring at one of the candles spacing out a little bit remembering seeing Raven covered in his blood and hearing Alice scream for her son. “Hey, it’ll be ok I’ll be by your side and Raven will have Embry by her side. I remember Raven telling me a little bit about what happened, she’s quite the Lycan and a very natural alpha. The best news is that you and Raven have each other, I’ve never seen anyone strengthen another the way you two do,” Ryder mentions after eating the last of his dinner making me nod my head. “Raven is the strong one, I’m just a healer and I’m okay with that. I’ve never really liked fighting and it scares me how easily she loses control especially when it comes to pr

he argued while I shook my head. “Leave it be, Dad. I have plenty on my plate than having to worry about losing you to her blue hellfire,” I huffed. Monica told him what I had said about the vampire and I was aghast seeing the grin that came to his face. “You're okay with that?!” Giving me a snicker, he said, “ I've known Mister Hawkins for years, and he is an honorable fellow and dear friend. As for Raven, she is marked for death by the council, and she's done that to herself; their new assassin will hunt her down.”