Raven Knights Novels & Stories

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.

“Raven, we take the left flank. Guardians, follow her. Riders, hold the gates!” The guardians; Cairo, Malrik, and Nyxian nodded, their presence a reassuring force. Even now, Raven could feel the power each one radiated, faint echoes of divinity hidden beneath the guise of their mortal forms. This was the first time they would fight openly alongside her, revealing glimpses of their true selves, and she knew it would tip the scales.

“The coin. The token. The sigil.” He worked his bruised fingers to his neck with an animal’s stubbornness, and for a heartbeat I thought he’d been trying to tear the ropes. Instead he tugged something slick and dark from under his shirt… a small, familiar pendant wrapped in dried blood. I knew it before he held it up. It was Raven’s…no, not the woman’s face I’d seen, but the emblem she wore when she met with Kieran months ago: a raven midflight, talons bared, the same tiny etching I’d seen on a medallion once handed to our enemies.

This man had spent the entire meeting insisting Raven meant nothing to him, but he was still willing to give Bloodfang fifteen of his best warriors for three months just to take her body home. Maybe Ironclaw’s burial rites mattered more to him than Raven herself did. No one who speaks about his own mate that way deserved one in the first place, Zedd muttered. For once, I had nothing to argue with him about. I left the meeting room satisfied with the arrangement. Once the agreement was signed, Lucan could take Raven’s body and leave. By tomorrow, fifteen of Ironclaw’s elite warriors would be serving under Bloodfang command for the next three months. The arrangement should have been the last t

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

“And when I see that you are coming near Cove Peaks Mountain, it does more than worry me. You don’t understand the dangers-” “Because you don’t tell me!” I argued back, my voice rising and I finally moved, shifting to stare down Emrys as he drove. “You don’t tell me shit Rhys! You don’t tell me what a Northern Whisper is, why they’re dangerous, or what the hell is happening! I’m Luna of the Knights, I’m supposed to be just as involved with everything in the Kingdom as you are but I’m not! I’m stuck wandering the halls of the palace, smiling at court gossip that goes in one ear and out the other, and I hate it!”

Adalwolf asked "That is why I am here, father. It's a success," He told his father. "Audolf, is it true?" "Yes! my Lord," "Who is she then?" "It's Mara. A Lady Mara of Volde Pack," "Volde Pack?" His father asked, alarmed. "Yes!" Leowulf replied smiling "Audolf, is it the Volde of Horgan?" "Yes!" Audolf replied. Leowulf wondered what the sudden alertness his father just raised was all about. Truly, he knows the forty three main packs, their symbols, their motto, and their Alpha. But he doesn't know what happens between Alphas. He doesn't even know what happens in court.

Not just for the cash. “You need to rent out a nice suit. I might be wearing something violet at the wedding. Their motif is green. I want to make sure I will stand out.” He laughed. “Alright. I’ll be your knight in shining Armani.” “Plus, you need a good cover. Tell them you graduated with honors from an Ivy League school. Doesn’t matter where exactly. Just make something up. You invest money here and there. You have a six digit monthly income.” “You really are going to murder your ex, aren’t you?”