Raven Lyn Corneil Novels & Stories

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

Sweet girl, with her goddamn eyes. Little Raven. Chips of polished onyx that seemed to soak up the scant light around us and hold onto it and her hair. Black as midnight, thick, spilling around her face, hair no other woman I’d ever met possessed, not with that depth of color, that impossible richness and I’ve longed it up from when we were little and that was why the name always did sting in my head. Her presence had been a disruption from the moment she walked into my life, a wrench thrown into the gears of the carefully controlled chaos I lived in.

“All of it.” Raven exhaled slowly, knowing she couldn’t shield him any longer. “It’s not just trafficking. Evelyn, she orders hits. She’s been cleaning house for decades. Adrien Cotta, the French banker, the investigator who found his body, they were all handled, and it’s not just Europe. There are connections in America, Asia, money, politics, influence. She’s untouchable. And…” Her throat tightened. “…and I found orders, Jaxon. She’s… she’s not just a ghost in the shadows. She’s been shaping the world to her will, leaving bodies behind like breadcrumbs.”

Corinne's throat closed and, as she looked around, she could only see all the wolves that had become her new family, all ready to kill and die as they defended her. “By the power vested in me, as the leader of the council of elders of Valiant…” Gavin roared, and, curled up in her mate’s arms, Corinne braced herself for the moment when that room would become chaos because of her “I decree you, Corinne Valiant, gui…!” A loud knock on the door drowned out Gavin's words, and, like everyone else in that room, Corinne turned toward the thing or person who had interrupted the trial, only to feel her body weaken for a moment from the shock.

Cullen sat in his office staring out the window. He was still trying to wrap his brain around the latest information he had received. Originally he had believed that the raids his southern border was suffering were perpetrated by the La Rayne. Stephen La Rayne, alpha asshole, of that pack had always been trouble. When he wanted to torment the human population he had a tendency to do it on other people's land so that the branch of the American government that periodically monitored and helped to hide the lycan population would blame someone else.

“Executioner.” Ragnar staggered to Raven’s side, his hand gripping her arm, grounding her. “This is it. All of us, together.” Raven nodded, her fire steadying as Shadow pressed against her heart. Her gaze locked on Selene, who hovered above them, monstrous and radiant in her corruption. Flame. Storm. Fang. Blade. They would not bow. “Now,” Raven whispered, silver fire erupting from her skin as she launched skyward, her claws burning brighter than ever.

Introducing... Book two in the Alpha Loren series: The Magic of Hecate Three years later, Ella is twenty years old and the mother of six young children. Alpha Loren is still the leader of the most powerful pack in the world, and he and his Luna are in as much love as ever. Everything is perfect, right? Wrong. When a member of the pack begins to run rogue, unable to control her unheard of mystical power, the Luna embarks on an adventurous quest, enlisting the help of an unexpected old friend.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.