Raven Harrison Novels & Stories

**Chapter 37: The Edge of Hunger** Two months passed like smoke through fingers. Every day Raven trained—relentless, precise, unyielding. She would never be a victim again. She had been dead long ago—gutted by demonkin blades, starved in a warded cage, hunted by her own people—had Victoria not found her in the marshes that night. The vampire princess had killed the bounty hunter without hesitation, pursued Raven out of pure curiosity about what she was. Then curiosity became attraction. Attraction became need. Need became this: two bodies orbiting each other, tension boiling, never quite breaking.

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.

Otherwise I'm gonna get that full 24/7 lecture . Yeah it's weird how I'm an adult . And I still get those stupid teenage lectures. *************************** RAVEN'S POV I went to the company I'm supposed to work in . I guess . 'ONE STROKE' is written so big on this stupid building . I wonder whose idea it was . It would be so great if they really get a stroke one day . A brain stroke or maybe heart one , anyways they die . It really doesn't matter how . That's why I think I should do that honour .

she spat. Harrison tilted his head. “You really think he’s the one I’m after?” Savannah’s hands curled into fists. “So it’s me.” Harrison’s smile widened. “You’re the key to everything now. The access logs. The authentication keys. The ownership claims. Everything I need to erase Jackson Sterling… and reclaim what’s rightfully mine.” Cole stepped forward, fury in his voice. “It was never yours. You abandoned it.” Harrison’s expression didn’t change. “History can be rewritten. And Savannah…” He pointed the gun directly at her chest. “…is how I’ll rewrite it.”

She was about to go in when my words stopped her. “And you just left them there? Are you trying to give up Declan to that infuriating assassin?” I asked her. “Assassin?” Her eyes widened. “You didn't know?” I crossed my arms, equally surprised. “Were you living under a rock? You have to be the only person who doesn't know Raven Ampleton of the BloodFang Tribe.” “That's her?” Hannah gasped. “Little wonder she is so fierce. When she introduced herself as Raven, I didn't think much about it. I've always heard stories about her and meeting her in person, she doesn't look capable of such.”