Raven Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Tristan asked and the girl immediately laughs “Come on! Your single ass needs to get out there and meet beautiful ladies around here, I'm sure your parents would be glad too” Hailey replies “I don't need to” Tristan replies and tugs Raven who was behind him “This is Raven, The Kim's daughter” He introduced and his two friends look at Raven whose eyes quivered, she bows politely and Gavin eyes Tristan “And… You're introducing us to her because?” Gavin asks and Tristan fixes his collar before leaning close to them

As I lowered the goblet, Raven’s tense gaze lingered on me. He sensed my panic, but said nothing. Instead, he simply allowed me to gather myself before continuing as though nothing had happened. “These are the final evolved forms of my butterflies,” Raven said. “Butterfly fairies, my very first healing partners.”

And as I watched Logan leave, I completely forgot about the birds. Later, when the training field emptied and the air smelled faintly of rain, I found Raven in the balcony. She was still holding the book,one hand resting on her belly, as she stared down at it. “What is that?” “An old spell book,” she simply answered. “Don't worry, I'm not going to use any, yet.” My brow rose. “Yet?” She shrugged, “I might need to, eventually. And I will if I absolutely have to.”

‘Rodolf looked at him incredulously. ‘Just read it,’ said Raven, ‘the solutions are there!’ ‘Yes, but gray magic? Why didn't you ever say anything about that?‘ ‘It's not black Rodolph, it's all going to be fine,’ Raven promised. He said that if Rodolf no longer needed the booklet, he should give it back to him right away. 'Raven?' 'Yes?' ‘And that ring? The weapon on that ring, with that full moon with wings in front of it? ‘

Trevan the Assassin's Mate 25 years later Sage pov I sharpen my twin blades on the whetstone. Plucking a strand of my long black hair I drop it on the blade and grin when it falls to the ground in two pieces. My name is Sage Ravenclaw, the daughter of Nimue the original Enchantress. I'm a powerful necromancer, full-blood unseelie, assassin, and a bounty huntress. I have taken the place of Cecil's daughter as the best woman assassin in the realms and I planned on killing her in revenge for my adoptive grandfather Zaros. He never returned from her mate's home and I'm holding her responsible. I mentally spoke to my raven, ordering them to search for my target and watched them circling above in

Raven's POV I woke up with a muffled scream, I looked around my room to discover that the candle I took from the pantry had burned out. I was sweating profusely. I just woke up from a nightmare which looked like reality. The same dream had been plaguing my dream for long. My name is Raven. I am seventeen years old. I belong to the Attic Moon pack, I don't have parents. Yes, I was raised by the kitchen hands in my pack Alpha's house. Everybody tried their best to avoid me, they say I bring bad luck everywhere I go.

“Black coffee and an egg sandwich with cheese, tomato, lettuce, bacon, and ketchup on toasted whole-wheat bread.” “You do know him.” “I went to school with him. Though he doesn’t remember me.” “You will be surprised about what he knows and remembers but doesn’t mention. He’s not one who explains himself. Okay, your tray is ready. Go show Hilary how to follow orders. Oh, what’s your name?” Raven blinked in surprise. “Oh, uh, Raven. Raven Miller. Sorry, I should have introduced myself first, but I was thrown off by Hilary.” “Don’t be sorry. You weren’t the she-wolf who should apologize.”

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

The prophecy about Azraiel as told by the Royal astrologer. Charlotte opens her mouth to ask about the rest of the prophecy but is interrupted by that child like voice again. It sounds angry on being ignored. “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” Charlotte tries to speak but nothing comes out of her mouth. Suddenly she starts choking and then everything goes black.

“And headmistress Morwen?” “Headmistress Morwen fears me,” Harry said with a chuckle that wasn’t entirely human. “She should. Once, she tried to bind me to her will. She failed. But she thinks she has another way now.” His eyes moved to me, sharp and knowing. “You.” My skin went cold. “Me?” “Yes.” His tone softened, but words were sharp. “ Raven left you with a fragment of his power when he died,That power is dangerous. Headmistress Morwen craves for it. She’ll tear the academy apart to claim you.”