Raven Knights Novels & Stories

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

I managed to ask, although the words came out so quietly that I wasn’t sure they’d heard me. The tallest man tilted his head, studying me for a moment before a small smile touched his mouth. There was something strange about the way he looked at me. It wasn’t the cold stare I’d expected from someone who had just walked into a warehouse and killed half the men inside it. His eyes seemed almost hungry, as though he’d been waiting to see me for a very long time. “The Ravens.” My stomach dropped. Ravens. I remembered the word immediately. The men who had kidnapped me had said it while they were filming me, but I hadn’t understood what they meant. I’d assumed it was the name of whoever they were

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

The council members exchanged glances, their faces etched with a mix of awe and reverence, as they grasped the magnitude of the moon goddess's plan. Then, the screens flickered to life once more, revealing a series of images that left the council members breathless. Pictures of Aethon, the Ascended of Ky'Rennei Collective, appeared alongside five other formidable figures: Rage, the fierce dragon shifter; David, the wise Prince of Atlantis; Abatrose, the just King of the Meridians; Kieran, the enigmatic Vampire King; and Niklaus, the powerful Mayan/Vampire King who reigned supreme. The council members' eyes widened as they took in the sheer might of these six powerful mates, each one a force

I ask, she just shake her head, she doesn’t know either. “Someone who calls you Russian” she says, but that means what I think she means, if she really did figure it out, she means the pure blood, they’ve been working with the Irish the whole time. “The pure blood” I say out loud, Elle was just looking at us like we are aliens, I agree with her, but we prefer to keep the tiger a bit in the dark. “They aren’t alone” she says. “The Irish?” I ask knowing it’s true.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

At this point, we have all slowed and started lagging from the few days on the move. Before we get to the town, four wolves step out into the street, blocking our way. When it is clear they have no intention of moving aside, we come to a halt a few feet away. We tense as one wolf shifts. “We know who you are, Raven Hale, of the Black Moon pack. And we will not let you go any further. There is nothing you can do to stop this war. This is the end for you and your friends. Then your pack and you goddess will soon follow and meet their fate.” He wastes no time shifting back into his wolf.

The only reason for this is the simple fact that I have now pointed the ice-cold barrel against Mason’s temple. Once again, he does not flinch; he only carries on drinking his beer. Then once he thinks that I have calmed my rage to a respectable level, he starts to speak again, and god, do I wish that he never did, but ya, “Raven is Raven Sloane. She is Roman’s daughter.”

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.

I stated every word clearly. "Raven , he is protected by twenty professional guards . Nobody. Not even his own family could be around him without his guards . This snake doesn't trust anyone . If you want to attack him you need to do it using your brain . " he justified. I sighed in frustration . Biting down my lips harshly. This sly fox . I wish I could just rip off his throat right now . "Okay . What do you get ?" I asked. "This ." He said, handing me another file .