Raven Marvel Novels & Stories

Bellamy yelled. But before the guards could pull their triggers, Ravena threw her hand flat toward us. She didn't call on a wolf's strength. She unleashed a massive, concussive wave of dark purple energy that ripped through the tunnel. The blast hit Marcus and Jace squarely in the chest, throwing their massive frames backward into the brick walls with a sickening crunch. Their rifles splashed into the water, useless.

“Never going to happen.” Just as I’m about to turn away, Raquel grabs me by the upper arm. My shirt’s sleeve rides up an inch, exposing the bottom portion of my old tattoo. She frowns, a flicker of recognition flashing across her eyes. She doesn’t let me escape, moving so swiftly that I have no time to react. She pushes my sleeve up to expose the entire composition: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its black beak. Her mouth falls open. “You’re a Red Raven.”

He spoke quietly. It seemed that, unlike Arden, he knew how to keep his anger on a leash. Yet my heart raced wildly against my chest because of what I heard. If this involved my mother and me, did that mean these people had a hidden motive? or Mr. Ravenchi?

“The Iron Reapers have more than enough cash in their vault, and everyone on this highway already knows exactly how fast his Harley can move. Why don't you go back to your own side of the woods and bother someone else?” Siren turned her head slowly, looking Raven up and down with a cold, amused smirk. “Well, look at that. The little club princess is standing up to defend her old man. That is real cute, Raven. But the last time I checked the highway news, you don't wear his property patch on your back anymore. So why don't you stay in your own lane and let the grown-ups talk business?” Raven’s face twisted into a mask of pure rage at the sharp reminder of her past loss. Her hands curled into

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.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

I ask while kneeling down in front of her feeling how uneasy she feels hearing her parents yelling for her. I can’t help blushing a little when I stare into her obsidian eyes noticing her looking me over trying to understand what she is feeling. “I don’t know,” she whimpers at Rebecca screaming for her so I nod and scoop her up into my arms. “It’s ok come on,” I reassure while carrying her towards the barn door to find her identical twin opening the door. They are very much the same except, their hair, eyes, and abilities. Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha.

She knows that once she had nothing to distract her, she would only wallow back to Celia and Lorcan. That’s why Raven made sure that she’s occupied with the guests. That’s how she had gathered her confidence to face them. Raven smiled and laughed as she navigated the social landscape on her own, but it didn’t erase the emptiness she felt without having Lorcan by her side. All the Lunas have their mates with them, only Raven was mateless. Lorcan and Raven are supposed to work as a team to connect with the invited Allhas and Lunas of the other packs.

I almost expected a horror-movie soundtrack. They gesture me inside. My bags are already here. The room is pitch-dark, curtains drawn tight. My senses prick. Something about the place feels familiar in the worst kind of way. My eyes adjust enough to see a pair of large glass doors across the room—separating the bedroom from a mini office. A very cold, very controlled mini office. My stomach drops. My eyes widen. “This… this is Roland’s room!” My horror slips out of me before I can stop it, and all three maids startle.

“I want immunity.” I scoffed. “You attacked my mate with chemical weapons. You’re not getting immunity.” “Do you want to know who I work for or not?” Raven challenged. Darren held up a hand, silencing us both. “Start talking. Then we’ll discuss terms.” Raven seemed to consider this, then shrugged. “Fine. I work for the humans.” The room went still. Even Darren, despite his calm facade, stiffened in his chair. “Which humans?” he finally asked, his voice low.