Raven Hood Novels & Stories

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha. While Liliana’s hair is silvery white with eyes that are pale blue and white near the center, her aura radiates her powerful Lycan Healer abilities. “Daddy she’s here!” Liliana calls out with a look of relief flooding her like she is glad to see her sister’s ok. “Liliana, get back!” Rebecca snarls while running beside Gideon as I carry Raven outside into the snow finding Liliana’s lack of fear very amusing. “Raven, what are you doing where have you been, it’s morning?” Gideon panics taking her from my arms possessively as I rub her back trying to keep her calm.

Even her name meant a small songbird which fits with the sunny weather so well. Robin took a look at the clothes that Wren had brought with her. She was surprised to see a simple yellow sundress with large printed flowers on it. It looks too bright and feminine for Raven’s taste. In fact they had never seen Raven wore clothes as bright as this and with feminine patterns like its flowers. Raven always wore plain shirts and pants all with the basic dull colors. Still, with her porcelain skin and pitch black eyes and a hair as dark as ebony, her plain clothes still suited her so well.

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

Raven didn’t hesitate as NOTHING would stand in the way of seeing her mama again. “Under the moonlight Raven began to contort. Bones feeling like they’re breaking, lungs squeezing shut as she ran. Dropping to her knees, Bradford feared the worst and in fact had to be given medicine to protect her from the poison in her blood immediately. “Reach into my pocket. I’ve already prepared them. Bradford reached into her pockets and found a rolled bundle of herbs. He could smell the herbs. Stuffing them in her mouth she swallowed them. Bradford helped her stand and whispered allowed, “Now. Focus. Blood tie will appear in front of you as a… “A warm glow?” Raven stretched her slender finger towards wh

“That’s what the Men of the Shadows use to bind people. If they said it’s a debt to pay, then it’s them. It’s those men.” My eyes scanned the chaos. I knew it, felt it—they were watching. “If they’re responsible, we need to leave now,” Damon said sharply. “They have to be here somewhere,” I muttered. “Do you want to die here before finding them?” Damon snapped. “What matters is leaving before this place burns to the ground.” “I’ll find a way out,” Raven said as she stretched—and then morphed into a bird, taking off effortlessly. I froze for a second, seeing her shift for the first time, but forced myself to focus.

And as the past had taught them, treading cautiously was paramount, lest they lose their way. Raven, the enigma at the center of the twins' whirlwind of emotions, stood before Shade. As he poured out his heart, trying to bridge the gap of understanding, he closely observed her reactions. However, what he saw was not the solace or comprehension he so deeply yearned for. Instead, the transformation in Raven was undeniable and disconcerting. Her eyes, usually akin to pools of clear, vibrant water, now bore the appearance of a guarded fortress. The expressive windows to her soul, which previously reflected warmth and compassion, now mirrored restraint and caution.

A clear, aloof, and chilling crow's cry suddenly rang out from within the Heaven's light! A Raven, pitch-black as ink with blade-like wings, suddenly burst forth from the golden radiance behind Carl! The Raven was not large, only the size of an ordinary bird, yet its feathers were black as the abyss, while its eyes burned with golden flames born of the heavens themselves. When its wings spread, they carried golden wind blades that sliced through space. Without the slightest fear, it charged head-on toward the three three-meter-tall Zombie Puppets! One Raven against three puppets.

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.

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.