Raven Harrison Novels & Stories

WREN We talked the whole way to Helena. Raven has grown up so much. She told me how she likes to hunt and she likes helping the women of the pack. I asked her if she had a boyfriend because that’s what sisters do and she confirmed. His name is Dale Hunter. He apparently treats her right and she loves him. I’m happy for her. She asked me the same question. I told her about Jayson and how we were in love for a year. When the Blue Moon showed us we weren’t mates, we fell apart. Jayson couldn’t handle it. He was so sure. I never dated anyone else after that.

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.

She’s kinda shameless who doesn’t care about what people will think about heras long as she gets to be herself. Robin is friendly, outgoing and highly energetic. She has made friends the first day she met everybody. Eventually, her interesting personality and good social skills also helped her win Raven’s trust as well. Raven is just two years older than Robin which makes her sixteen years old. In the human world, people will think that’s too young for her to be having jobs like this, but this is how it is when you were born omega at birth. Raven is lucky enough that she doesn’t have an omega blood. She could never imagine what her life would be if she was abandoned by her parents and also c

He pressed the loudspeaker, then handed me the phone—which I immediately took. After three rings the call on the other line was answered. “What’s up, Harrison?” a man’s voice on the other line. “Hey, Raven!” Harrison greeted without taking his eyes off the road. “Can I ask a favor?” “As long as I can.” “I’m on my way to the airport; we’re trying to catch one of your cousins.” “Which of my nuts and dimwitted cousins?” “Calix.” “Alright, I’ll tell the security and staff to let you in.”

No one knows who Raven is, and the fact that she was known as the killing machine made people in the assassin community assumed her to be a man. Who would have thought that he would be a she? "Now, Raven. Let me introduce you to your new team. This guy with dark blue hair will be responsible behind the scenes. He specializes in computers, and he'll be a very great help when tracking and looking for escape routes." Mr. Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black.

Raven declares as she digs her hands deeper, ripping apart Dagon's chest. Dagon doesn't even get a chance to speak as he drops to the ground bleeding out; Raven stands above him with the sword still piercing her torso. Bane quickly drops the barrier, but Jonathan beats me to Raven's side, as he catches her when she collapses and shifts back to her human form.

Smoke tangled with the mist that rolled off the water, thick and poisonous, turning the sunrise a dull, bruised gray. Jaxon hadn’t slept. He sat against the wall, shirt half undone, a fresh bandage wrapped tight across his shoulder. His hands were steady, but his eyes weren’t. The firelight from the window made him look carved from shadow and steel, the Don stripped bare of polish, left only with purpose. Raven moved quietly, barefoot on the concrete. Her hair was still streaked with soot; her dress torn at the hem. She knelt beside him, setting down a basin of water and a strip of clean gauze scavenged from Matteo’s supplies.

she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "You want to know the truth?" Granny asked, her eyes piercing through Raven's. "Then believe that you are not who you think you are. You're not some Professor Raven… no… you are a Night Watcher. You are Phoenix Honeycutt Blackwell. The only daughter of the leader of the Night Watchers, and since we're at it, the future and true heir to the clan," she said, her voice steady and firm.