Raven Lyn Corneil Novels & Stories

It's burning. I scratch harder on the floor as my bones try to break and shift into a wolf's form. Though the process of shifting is smooth, as soon as I hand over the control to my wolf, my blood vessels reflect Homo sapiens' DNA and restructure themselves with the Canis Lupus Lycaon's DNA. It is a species of grey wolf native to eastern Corlinque. But this time he is fighting me as I am not willing to submit my control to him. Everyone knows how feral Dakota can be, my pack is more scared of my wolf than any apocalypse. And here I am trying to tame the wild beast in me.

"So that was how the commander was able to extract Zilant soul from his body without restrict or disturbing balance." "Yes Alex, I will tell you something Alex, you have a lot of things to shoulder because you are going to be the Lycan soon, you need to know that there is going to be a lot of things to consider your in job, our realm is changing it's governmental process from the use of council to having one key person and you might be the person.

He warned the flustered wolves. I still resented Derrick for rejecting me. But right now, I was the happiest I had ever been. Apart from Evelyn, no one else had ever stood up for me. Simon came forward in panic. "I'll take her inside, thanks for saving my Luna." He said hoping to spite Derrick. He had totally forgotten Derrick was a mind reader. Simon was scared that the longer he stayed, his mind was being read. "Don't worry, I can walk." I intervened. Derrick finally put me down. I smiled subconsciously. He had not only saved my life tonight, he had also embedded an image in my brain. The look on thier faces when he spoke. It was exciting.

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

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 .

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

"Vex is imprisoned. Alaric is missing. Torren's in custody." "There could be others," Kellan said. "Wolves loyal to her cause that we haven't yet identified. If Corin's confession reveals even half the network she's built over thirty years, there's no shortage of candidates she could position for this." Ronan turned to Corin, urgency sharpening his voice. "Think carefully. Did she ever mention a name? Anyone she seemed to be grooming for something like this?" Corin hesitated, clearly searching his memory. "There was a name. I only heard it once, in passing. Someone called Draven. I don't know if it's a person she was recruiting, or someone already loyal to her from the start."

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.

My hands fly to my neck as I struggle to breathe. Fuck. It was a dream. And I finally understand why Adrian Raven is strange. Why this place feels strange. Adrian Raven is a werewolf. And I’m trapped in his world. ***

"All right. Send him in." As Nicole sashayed away, Raven blew out a calming breath and steeled her face to pleasantly neutral. He nodded once to Nicole and ate the distance over the bamboo floors to the open staircase. Smoothing her hands down her plain black dress, she rose when he reached the doorway. "I'm Raven Crowne, and you are?" He accepted her handshake with a firm, brief grasp and sat in one of the brown leather chairs across from her desk. "Michael Hawthorn. Agent for Hoan Dwell."