Raven Harrison Novels & Stories

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

The haze travels around him, trapping the man inside; in only seconds he's powerless and in another, he's begging for Maddox to stop. The whole being strangled thing really had done a toll on me, but seeing Maddox -who I presumed was a vampire from the whole burning in the sun, fangs, and having the speed of light- is doing something most wouldn't normally do. What the hell is going on? "Who's execution were you say now, Raven?" Maddox pushes on, letting his magic tie around 'Raven's' limps and pull them until there are crackles and pops from his bones and blood begins to gush out. "I understand that you had hoped to steal Her from me," he looks to me, worry suddenly appearing on his face at

“I have a pretty place up in Phoenix. Very isolated.” Isolated. Christine felt her blood run cold. An isolated place with a deranged man. She swallowed the bile at the back of her throat. Her only hope now lay with Raven. *** Raven got onto his knees, groaning, his head throbbing like a drum. The gift box split open and lay a few feet from him, the firearm exposed. He got up quickly to retrieve it and tripped, falling forward onto his hands and knees. The world spun out of control for a few moments and he sat back on his haunches waiting for the dizziness to pass.

Raven asks to go run some errands for her mum so she hugs him and he pulls her to whisper "see you in school tomorrow" A beautiful brand new day, Raven wakes up with the worst cramps she has had in her entire life! Raven hates being on her period and low key wishes she was a guy. She screamed " I'm definitely not going to school today" but then she remembers she has test that morning and there's no way she'll be taking a makeup test alone. Raven is a brilliant student but suffers from mild dyslexia which makes it unbearable for her when it comes to computer based exams or tests.

She wasn't thrilled that my mate was a Knight, but she also knew I wouldn't back down from being with you, and if a war was the only way then so be it,” I said softly. ”She would do anything for me,” I said. ”What if she gets hurt?” Amber asked me. I laughed, thinking that she was joking but as I looked around at their confused faces I realized they didn't know. I wondered if anyone knew. I drew down my brows and looked up at them through my lashes. ”Raven can't be killed,” I said softly. None of them spoke, all in their own state of shock. ”Raven is a descendant of the first-ever vampire. With time, they have grown stronger and more powerful. Raven holds more power than any of those before

When Penny returned to the company, she found that recent affairs had been handled meticulously. Jackson had already been discharged from the hospital. He had selected the most promising group of artists, and preparations were underway for Raven's entry into Hollywood. Raven had completed several treatments for her hand. She was to play a mermaid in her upcoming role, a character that required a stunning makeup look and a mysterious and lofty presence in the movie. For a newcomer like Raven, debuting in Hollywood was an unreachable peak for many domestic actors.

She would make him wait for it, the cheeky sub. She arched an eyebrow and flicked through the file on her phone. Raven Thornton, thirty-two, single though with a steady stream of semi-regular girlfriends who frequently left his apartment in tears, ran his own PI business, with three sub-contractors each with specialities – a computer tech, and analyst, and a lawyer. She presumed the last was employed as much to keep Raven out of jail, as to consult on cases. The PI had the look of someone who frequently crossed the line.

Hearing that comment, she looked at Leah with pursed lips. The speaker was Luna Laurent, Clara’s mother, from the long-allied Royal House of Varkos. Many had once expected Varkos and Mooncrest Pack to unite through marriage, and in her previous life, Luna Laurent never missed a chance to draw comparisons. Back then, after being humiliated and thrown out of her bridal room, Leah had burst into tears and stomped away—exactly the reaction Luna Laurent wanted. Already displeased about missing the Traditional Hunt because of her, the Lunas began to silently belittle her.

The car stops in front of a house where a man and a woman—middle-aged—walk out to greet me. I step out. “Good afternoon.” I offer a small bow. “Roland, how are you?” the woman speaks first. “I’m Rachel, Diana’s mother.” She opens her arms for a hug. I do not care for hugs. Or people. I never have. “Sorry,” I say flatly. “I’m not a hugger.” Her arms fall back to her sides, smile stiff. The man steps in. “Dylan, Diana’s father.” He offers his hand. I accept it.

Damien didn’t laugh this time but he just smiled. “Yes, his name is Xavier. I know you will not want to hear this, but we have been intimate… I’m sorry Damien, I didn’t know.” I said, as a stray tear fell from my cheek. Damien suddenly took me in his arms and held me.