Raven Knights Novels & Stories

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

She just hasn’t figured out how yet. And now, I’m just as interested in that idea Raven wasn’t too open about her plan. She had whispered it in my ear in passing, and scolded me when I tried to ask her any more. And escape sounds enticing. Rousing. Nothing on Ren’s isle appeals to me, aside for the money, which Raven conspires is a lot. If we figured out a way, I could be out in a year's time, finding sanctuary in another Pack. Maybe the Love Pack. I’ve never seen snow in real life. We simply get bathed in ice every once and awhile.

I can’t spend an hour in school every day after it ends! “No, no. He has to be joking,” I muttered to myself just as Mr Mason lifted his eyes from the papers he was grading and smiled at me. I frowned in response and glanced at my surroundings. The other people in the library were Brett Martins, a guy who loved to tell immature jokes, and a guy and a girl I didn’t recognize. Asia wasn’t here yet and when I started to wonder if she had decided to leave school, the library’s door opened and she and Noah walked in.

Raven was rummaging in the kitchens, pulling out leftovers. She didn’t hide how upset she was. Raven felt the need to walk or run to release her nervous energy. The urge to scream remained constant within her. “So, I’m only here because I’m trouble anywhere else. This Pack won’t recognize me as their Luna even though I’m mated to their Alpha and do everything a Luna is supposed to do. Right got it.” Raven knew this enforcer didn’t know about the anger she kept bottled up that he now poked at. He attempted to dislodge the cork of the champagne bottle by stomping on it with the heel of his boot.

Raven Knight is, newly certified doctor under the Ministry of Medicine. One of the youngest to pass the damn licensing exams, and not just pass, dominate them. Scored top three in her cohort. Chosen for the ministry’s full scholarship. That program was so competitive that only a handful of werewolves ever made it through, and even fewer from mid-tier packs. Raven was the only one from her. No family pull. No political ties. Just raw skill and brain. I let out a quiet laugh under my breath. Of course. Of course ,she’d be the one person under my roof with a brain sharper than half my advisors. And she chose healing.

“You’re here because you want to know whether to kneel, or to run.” Raven’s gaze swept the room, catching each man’s eyes in turn. No flinch, no flicker. Only calculation. Jaxon continued, “I won’t waste your time. The old ways are finished. We’ve spent too long bleeding for ghosts, our fathers’ wars, our mothers’ pride. Tonight, that ends.” He gestured slightly toward Raven. “This is Raven Knight. You know her as the woman who stood against me. Now you’ll know her as the woman who stands with me.”

The wall has always been there, but I never realized it was out of place and kept Clover and I from fully connecting. “We swear our loyalty to the Bloodwrath and Hale Kingdoms, we swear to protect all lycans, werewolves, vampires, and species not present. We will fight and guide our Kingdoms towards peace and harmony.” My heart pounds I my chest, Raven’s grip tightens around my hand as we listen to Ares leading all of the warriors in their oath to the realm. “I’m right here with you, we’ve got this. Listen to your instincts and what Ruby says,” I softly speak, lacing my fingers with hers, I look over into my twin’s glowing red eyes, and nod reassuringly.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

The prophecy about Azraiel as told by the Royal astrologer. Charlotte opens her mouth to ask about the rest of the prophecy but is interrupted by that child like voice again. It sounds angry on being ignored. “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” Charlotte tries to speak but nothing comes out of her mouth. Suddenly she starts choking and then everything goes black.

“Not interested.” Ash smirked like I had just challenged him. “We will see about that.” I left the hall before Cruz could show up. I did not want both of them circling me before the day had even begun. Classes at Ravenlake were nothing like normal schools. There were no lessons about history or math. Everything was designed to sharpen instincts and strengthen the wolf. Physical drills, tactical sparring, endurance runs through the thick forest surrounding the academy. By midday, my muscles burned and sweat clung to my skin.