Raven Hood Novels & Stories

RAVEN It was almost midnight when I tugged my hoodie over my head, heart pounding a little louder than usual as I quietly closed the back door of the packhouse. The moon was full, casting a silver-blue light over everything, and I could hear nothing but the hush of wind rustling through the trees. Rowena was already waiting by the edge of the trees, her arms folded, eyes flicking left and right like she was expecting someone to leap out and grab us. “You’re late,” she whispered the second I got close enough.

But the others were supremely confident in her capabilities that he had no choice but to capitulate. “Very well,” he said. “This investment group is formed as of right now, pending official paperwork of course. What’s our first order of business?” “How ‘bout a name?” asked Eva. “The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.”

In fact, as I looked closer at the faces staring back at me, a cold realization settled into my chest. A young man leaning against a well had a deep, jagged silver scar cutting right across his throat. It was the telltale mark of a severed vocal cord or a ruptured wolf spirit. An older woman sitting on a porch was weaving blankets, her eyes milky and blind, but she didn't look nearly as alert as a pack elder typically would. There were kids running around, but their movements lacked that wild, hyper-energetic bounce that young pups usually had before their first shift. "Everyone!" Rayna called out, her small voice ringing clear across the quiet square. She stepped out in front of Edith, poin

“So, just wearing these makes it impossible for them to find me? No one will pull me into the Dream Realm. Or track me? Is that right? Are you sure?” Raven asked. She stared at the heavy necklace that now hung around her neck. It looked like a cheap piece of costume jewelry and nothing special at all. Tarnished silver.

said the woman in the red hood. Raven's eyes widened, even more, she saw maybe the woman's face because it was facing her. Then Raven turned to ashes. I lost a friend again. Why do I keep on losing my friends? Is it what they called karma? But my friends have nothing to do with all the things I've done before! Even though Raven didn't consider us friends, she was still important to us. Even though she killed Lia, I didn't ask her to die. Then a woman in a green hood appeared next to her. The branches that wrapped around our bodies were gone. So we breathed a sigh of relief. We sat down while coughing.

"Not much longer, brother. The time is drawing very near for us to strike. We just have to be patient for the perfect time. He's getting weak. News have gone around that there is a new person in charge of their underworld affairs. A lady who goes by the name of Raven. That is their weak link and our chance at a perfect strike. "We just need to lay our hands on this Raven. Once we have her, we'll have Dylan Cross at our fingertips and then we will finally back able to crush 7 Daggers once and forever" the hooded man said with vigor. "How do we get our hands on this Raven?" another man asked from within them.

Hollowborn screamed, Hunters faltered, and even the rogues recoiled. Raven’s scream cut through the chaos, pure and terrifying, as she moved through the battlefield like a god. Every strike, every surge of energy, every motion was precise, as Riders and guardians alike followed her lead, their combined power amplifying hers, creating a symphony of destruction that no army could withstand.

From afar, a wolf’s howl pierced the silence, as if declaring to the heavens that the sacred moment had arrived. All eyes turned toward the altar, unaware that elsewhere, a lone figure was quietly slipping into the darkness, step by step leaving behind the world of light. Raven stood at the altar, draped in a black cloak embroidered with golden thread, a symbol of his supreme authority as Alpha. His face was unreadable, his amber eyes cold and still as a frozen lake. Under the moonlight, his silver-gray hair shimmered faintly, adding an air of ethereal nobility and distance to his presence.

Sighing on the nighttime sky, he eventually arrives domestic. Raven's residence is a western titled 2 memories residence, fantastically large for anyone residing alone. The residence' white partitions have become darkish and grey due to age and weather, giving it a historical appearance. Thus, it is graspable for the neighbouring youngsters to claim the region to be haunted. If this residence belonged to a person else, Raven himself could surely now no longer go to it or possibly step into the neighbourhood. but, that is anyways his very own domestic. albeit the nighttime walk wasn't peaceful, in a total case, permit ME to take a bath first.

He ranted, standing next to me protectively. “There would be no need for you to be rogues”. Wayne chimed in as he stood up and looked at my father and me. “Lundberg would be lucky to have you. A respected palace guard, a hardworking mother and two nightwolves! You’ll always be welcome to have a home in my pack”. He stated, as he then looked at Addison and shook his head with perplexity. “And just for the record, Luna Addison. Raven was the one that fought off all of Zach’s men and got Leo and everyone else out of those cells. She alone, brought them all back here, putting her own life and health at risk! When she got here, she could barely stand, speak or see. You should be thanking her, rat