Raven Lyn Corneil Novels & Stories

I saw how her breathing came in short, "Raven?" "Raven, are you alright?" She looked towards me with teary eyes. Her chest heaving up and down. "Sweetheart, breath." I tried helping her control her breath but all my words went on deaf ears as she started breathing heavily, "Fuck you!" I yelled at the old man and picked Raven in bridal style going out of the goddamn house and then inside the car, "Start the car." I yelled out and the driver didn't waste a second in starting the car and zooming out of the cursed place. That man is going to pay if anything happens to Raven. I looked at Raven in my arms who's eyes were closing,

she asked as her voice thundered across the room. “Looks like someone is beginning to regain her strength, you couldn’t move a muscle when I was leaving” she mocked before having a sit. “Tell me who's the lost soul” she said having no time to argue with a Ernaline. “Well, her name is Karen and the person who kept her soul from coming to the realm would be Lewis or should I say Arson Corner” she reported “Isn't Arson, the son of the.....” “Yes..... the soon to be alpha of the Raven clan.” She said waiting for her responses.

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.

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.

“No…” “Then I give you one warning and one warning only. If I ever find you in Miss Brennan's room or presence, without being invited…” Absinthe Raynes; Lord of the Miami Coven, stepped forward and I inhaled, trying to keep my fear at bay. “I will forgo our blood ties… And rip your heart from your chest. Do I make myself clear?” Korin's eyes faded to copper, his lips turning up in a snarl; but he bowed to his cousin, in capitulation. “Perfectly.”

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…