Raven Lyn Corneil Novels & Stories

We failed. I waited for Elsa to answer Maxwell's question. "Unlike me, Keith has magic, and he can see things. He might know something that we don't. Maybe he saw her value. After all, the three of you didn't; that was why you exposed her the way you did here in Redcape. Keith might have seen her value and queued in. He had been actively looking for a Luna for a while now; what else would be more valuable and powerful than a Luna that is also a Valkin Alpha like him with magical abilities? He struck gold," she said, sounding sad. Had she just confirmed that Scarlett is a Valkin Alpha?

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

By the time we finished, my stomach had unknotted just enough to breathe properly. After breakfast, Uncle Damon called me into his office. When I entered, Nathan and Julian were already there, along with a woman I didn't recognize — sharp blazer, a leather folio tucked under one arm, the kind of composed stillness that came from years of delivering difficult news for a living. “Raven, this is Corinne,” Uncle Damon said. “She's the pack's legal counsel.” Corinne offered a brief, professional smile. “It's good to finally meet you. I understand you've had quite a week.”

I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout. “On it.” Cayden replies and I know in my gut that he was already calling the number without my having to tell him. Again, always connected. “Let me guess. Vampires?” Raul asks, waiting patiently until he could tell that I was done mind linking my ranked members, and easily keeping pace with me while we continue running to the southern border. “I mean, I’m still hopeful that it could be something else, but…yeah, vampires.” I tell him just as I hear Tasha’s voice in my mind link.

I said, trying to get it out of her. She was probably very close to the Alpha. But Marcus did not have a daughter as old as she was. Or was she his sister? Raven laughed out loud. “You look so funny right now,” She said. “I am glad my confusion is making you laugh,” I responded. Raven stopped walking forward and turned to me. “You are talking to the former chief security officer of the pack,” She said, there was an air of pride as she spoke. Her words caught me off guard.

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

A signal that Eidolon’s veil had been torn. I didn’t expect an immediate reply. But we got one. INCOMING RESPONSE RAVEN. I blinked. Raven was a name I hadn’t heard in years. She’d been a cyber-splicer during the last Phoenix Run. One of the best, until she vanished after a failed extraction in Mumbai. Most assumed she’d been ghosted. Or killed. The message was short, clipped, and encoded in her old cipher. “I saw the fire. You lit it. I’m inbound. Don’t move.”

Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her I*******m… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself…

That person’s precise actions made it hard to trace if the person went after Valencia because of Valencia or if the person went after Valencia because of the Cirillo bodyguards who were protecting Valencia in the club. Raven’s head lowered, and a wicked glint flickered past her eyes. Once they ever get their hands on who had his or her hands on Valencia, they'll make that person pay extremely. Fleet Cirillo’s brows knitted slightly. His gaze fell on Corbyn, who was typing on a custom-made laptop while talking to someone through a Bluetooth device, and he felt a strong sense of pride. “Corbyn, have you found out whose guard...” Before Raven could complete his words, he saw the cute quadruplet

“They must’ve followed my trail. Or maybe they were watching all of us.” One of the cloaked figures raised his staff, aiming it straight at me. “Ghost Wolf Rachael Snyder. By decree of the Elders’ Council, you are to be contained, your power relinquished.” “Over my dead body,” Kelvin snarled. “That can be arranged,” the second assassin said coldly, then launched a blast of silver light from his staff. Kelvin shoved me out of the way just in time. The blast hit the ground where I’d stood, burning a crater into the earth. Mike lunged forward, engaging the first assassin in a brutal clash.