Raven Harry Potter Novels & Stories

On my signal we entered. In the center of the room was a chair with wires and cables connected to a body strapped down. From first glimpse it looked like a ghoul. What are they doing? "Raven the witch!" Dustin called pointing to the elegant dark figure coming towards me. Her eyes were completely black, her skin as white as snow, jet black hair flowing behind her as she raced toward me. Still out of bullets I raised my blades prepared to take her on.

Raven came down dressed to leave. She had changed out of her uniform. She wore simple jeans and a soft top. Her hair was brushed. Her bag hung from one shoulder. She looked… pretty.....too pretty for a study session. Ragnar growled at once. She dressed up for him. For study, I said flatly. You do not believe that. I ignored him. Raven slowed when she saw us both there. “Oh.” My father smiled warmly. “Raven. Are you going somewhere?” She shifted the strap of her bag. “Yes. I’m going to a friend’s house to study.”

I placed the carton of food in the sitting room and rushed back to my room, not forgetting Raven. "Raven?" I called out. I checked in the bathroom and closet, he wasn't anywhere. "Oh my Gosh!" Raven isn't human! What the fuck just happened? I took a moment to calm down. What is he? Some sir of Grim Reaper or Goblin who flies and disappears?? I scoffed. I carried my laptop to the sitting room and switched it on. I went straight to the net and searched for cute guys with weird powers. The net knows everything right?

He spoke quietly. It seemed that, unlike Arden, he knew how to keep his anger on a leash. Yet my heart raced wildly against my chest because of what I heard. If this involved my mother and me, did that mean these people had a hidden motive? or Mr. Ravenchi?

Raven’s POV “Damien!” I screamed, rage ripping through my throat. I ran straight toward him, but before I could even reach him, he lifted his hand and flicked his wrist. The air cracked like thunder. I flew backward, slamming into the cave wall. The stone tore through my back, and before I could move, an invisible force pinned me there. My body trembled under his spell. “Stay still, Raven,” he said, his voice calm but filled with poison. He took a slow step toward me, his eyes glowing with that terrible golden fire. “You never learn, do you?”

"We finally got to meet. I'm Simon." Scarlett questioned, "What are you doing?" "Saying hello to the wolf inside you." "Wolf? What are you talking about?" "He knows," Raven said. "You, shut up!" Scarlett said to Raven, taking her face away, only to return it when she digested what Raven had said. "He knows?" "Yes. He does." She gave him a raised gaze. "I didn't know you were this powerful. I didn't know a wizard could see through me." "I am not a wizard. I'm just like you."

She already has a lot to think about already that she couldn’t less be bothered by their opinions. “Raven, what happened?” Robin rushed towards her, blocking Raven’s path. At first, Robin did not expect that something terribly wrong had happened. She thought it might just be an accident. She would never suspect that someone would dare to hurt her. Raven is the future Luna of the pack. How could she be attacked by somebody inside the packhouse? Who would even do that to her? Hearing Robin’s question, Raven slowly raised her head and immediately saw the worried expression on Robin’s face. Finally, there is someone who is worried about her.

Raven nearly broke there "Sirius" "Hello, Raven"

Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her I*******m… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself…

Lance took her hand in his and clasped it with both hands, but didn’t raise it to his lips. “Yes, thank you for coming so quickly.” Then, Lance turned to me. “This is Raven, and she possesses the gift of magic.” “She’s a witch,” I said, nodding my head, wondering what other supernatural creatures might walk through the door next. “Yes,” she said, circling me slowly as a cat would size up a mouse. “And you are?”