Raven Hood Novels & Stories

"The Lord has heard our prayers. Raven is a pure white wolf with golden eyes. If Scarlet's wolf resembles the Raven, as it is described in the book, we'll kill them both. Tonight!" "Yes, Anton. We will kill them both tonight!" Adolpha spoke as her eyes, which were normally gold, flashed.

Especially since it took us long enough to get where we are now in the first place. "So who is this pack member?" Blake asked. "If you had been listening to me instead of poking me, you would know which pack member it was," I muttered as we took a corner. Jonah had attempted to escape not five minutes after I left the dungeon so he was now in the maximum security room we have under twenty-four hour watch. He was chained to the wall and he had been dosed with a little wolfsbane so that he was too weak to attempt another escape.

At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her. She sighed, remembering the last town, the last school, the last narrow escape. The coven was always a step behind her, their sinister intentions cloaked in shadow but ever-present. She couldn’t afford to grow attached, couldn’t afford to make friends or enemies. But she knew this routine all too well. Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close.

She had a surprised look on her face, “It was on my path when I walked in here…” Edgar beamed with smiles, “The book has found you, you can finally fulfill your task!”, he flipped the pages for a while, “Yes!” “What is it?”, she leaned closer , “Raven keeper”, she read. “Yes Raven Keeper” Edgar read through for a while, “Yes Cleopatra this is it. It was what I thought. The reason you saw many ravens is because you do not just wield the magic of the ravens, you are the keeper of the ravens…

Rowan closed his fingers around the token. “Why are you helping us?” For the first time… The Raven hesitated. When he finally answered, his voice was quieter. “Because I’ve watched too many innocent people lose everything to the Lycan King.” He pulled his hood lower. Then turned away. Just before disappearing into the darkness, he stopped. Without looking back, he said, “If you eventually get to the white wolf… tell her not to channel all her powers there. She’ll understand.”A heartbeat later… He was gone. Only the whispering wind remained

“That took longer than I expected.” I spun around. Raven stood a few steps away, a gun raised and steady in her hand. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, exposing the back of her neck. A tattoo drawn there. A cross. I had ever noticed it before. Her hair was always down and had always covered it. Suddenly, everything clicked. Why Knox had said she was different. Why he had said she smelled like rain mixed with mud. Why she was supposed to be dead—yet here she stood.

The second reason Raven would be going is because she has been writing poems in her head a lot especially when she’s going through something so she thought to give it a try. Raven picks a white hoodie and a short knicker from her wardrobe and put a red lip gloss on. Everyone would always compliment her lips because she had full succulent lips. Raven sprays her “berry milky” perfume and “Luisa” body spray . She finally got to school that evening at exactly 3:30 and she’s nervous because a lot of people are registering to recite their poems . She goes to put down her name and sees she’s number 13 “I hope I’m the last “ she says in her mind before her eyes glanced at the name Zendaya as number

If he could stay close enough to her, eventually he would catch up, and if he was lucky, he could grab ahold of her long enough to say the incantation that would send her to Hell. Rider rematerialized atop a large building and saw Raven in the distance. She’d dropped her cloak, and as she began to run, he chased after her. She still had her scythe in her hand, though she’d collapsed it into the size of a magic wand, and now that she wore a black cat suit, instead of the bulky cloak, she was much more agile. She couldn’t outrun him, though. She had to know that. What was she trying to do?

Raven rolled her eyes " Didn't you just say you'll roast him alive" She frowned in confusion " Wait! How did he even call you directly, are you.. " I'm Meek and he's Eight, we're Venom's companions" Meek said with an outstretched hand, Raven enveloped her hand with his, she wondered why she felt like she was drowning while staring into his deep brown eyes. " Uh.I I'm Raven Smith, the eldest miss of the Smith family, it's nice to meet you both" **** Even as Olivia scanned the entire hall, she couldn't find anything that could have frightened Daera.

“And nobody says nothin’?” Flat: “You say somethin’, you disappear. That’s how it works around here. You wanna help her? Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.” Red didn’t answer. Just stared at the door Raven had slipped through, the shadows behind it swallowing her whole. And for the first time since he started at Red Velvet, he looked like he might break something. … The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Raven sat on the edge of the bed, wearing an oversized hoodie that swallowed her frame. Her hair was damp from a shower she didn’t remember taking, and her cheek still ached, though the bruise hadn’t fully formed yet.