Raven Marvel Novels & Stories

“Nora is the last of your step-siblings that's alive. And Andrew Miller doesn't do too much again because he's getting old. I'll leave you to make your decision now, Raven. Do you really think you have enough power and resources to take down the richest and most deadly mafia lord in America?“ Raven flinched when he heard Venom's question, like he had indeed been drunk and the question knocked him back to reality. Silence reigned in the car for minutes. Venom finally chuckled and cleared his throat: “I guess your answer's in the negative, Raven.“ “No!“ Raven suddenly said. “I'm going to take down Andrew Miller and the whole of the Black Mambas or die trying. And I'm going to start working tow

Marcus POV: Marcus Raven, Alpha of the Raven pack and self-proclaimed mad man, stood at the edge of the ridge with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Behind him, his vanguard, led by Tyr, marched into the frost thick expanse of the Whitevale forest. He only took a single glance at his front forces, only to make sure that they were indeed heading in the right direction. This wouldn’t be the first time that a vanguard force had escaped from a war before. He might not have said it in explicitly plain terms, but he was sure that anyone in the vanguard squad who was smart enough already knew what they were.

Raven tilted her head like she was listening to something none of us could hear. “Under everything,” she said. “Still trying to reconnect. Still waiting for me.” Marek’s expression tightened. “That’s not what it was,” he said carefully. Raven looked at him and this time there was no confusion in her eyes. “It is,” she said quietly. “It’s not a god. It’s not fate.” Her hand lifted slightly and silver fire gathered without hesitation. “It’s a containment system that turned into a parasite after the kingdom broke it by accident and kept feeding it fear for centuries.”

Everything about him was dangerous, but when his yellow eyes locked onto her violet ones, he was unguarded, raw and home. Before they entered the packlands, Raven stopped abruptly, pulling Sparrow to an immediate halt alongside her. “What’s wrong?” Sparrow asked, concerned. “Nothing, I just wanted to have one more moment alone with just you and me before we get back in there and are bombarded with nosy people and their incessant questions. Most people don’t see either of us, and I feel as though that may change now that I am working on the serum, and you are a marked man.” Raven bit her bottom lip after sending him an awkwardly flirty wink. She wasn’t accustomed to flirting, but that is what

Raven insisted. I pried Jenner's grip off and stood up. I went to Raven and pried the fork out of her hand. "Give that to me, Ms stabby. You are still healing from those nasty bites" I chastised her. It was easy talking to her…it was like we were old friends. Raven blinked "Why am I the one in trouble? They re the one's looking at you like they want to pounce" I looked at all of them. They were beginning to assemble like the avengers of marvel except they are not the good guys and again, what the hell did I do?!

he muttered under his breath before starting the engine and driving off to the location where Devon had sent his warriors and women. Raven finished signing the last of the papers and leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. He missed Brienne and their unborn child, but his responsibilities to the company and his pack kept him tied up. "What’s with the heavy sigh?" Johnson asked, looking up from his coffee. "I miss Brienne," Raven admitted, rubbing his temples. "Then go home when you’re done here," Johnson replied casually, taking another sip of his drink. "I told her you're a werewolf," Raven said suddenly, catching Johnson completely off guard. The man choked on his coffee, sputte

He paced for a few seconds, looking like he was about to explode, before leaning on the desk in front of me. "Little mate," he said, his dark eyes piercing. "Who are you?" I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean? You know who I am." "Answer the question." "I'm Raven. An Omega from the Inker pack." "Is that all?" he challenged. I stuttered, trying to find words. "I don't hear you saying that you are mated to two powerful Kings," Valen said, his voice dropping to a growl. "I don't hear you saying that you might have a mage heritage that would make most Alphas tremble."

Chapter 1: The Contract in the Dark Raven Winterstar had always believed the world was kind. At eight years old, she lived in a sprawling estate perched on the emerald edge of Arcadia Prime, where sunlight filtered through ancient canopy trees like golden honey. Her mother, the Archdruid, taught her the secret songs that made flowers bloom out of season. Her father, High Priest of the realm, carried her on his shoulders through moonlit gardens, whispering stories of gods and guardians. Raven's snow-white hair fell in long waves down her back, and her sharp blue eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that made even the sternest sentinels smile. She never wanted for anything. Every day felt like a

I suddenly look up and notice that we’re surrounded by twice as many birds as before. My sudden anger is filled with fear. “Oh no…” I whisper. “What?” Raphael looks up. “They’re definitely planning to attack us,” I mutter. He looks at me with surprise and then begins to laugh. “Ravens don’t attack.” “Oh yes, they do! And you can’t make me think otherwise. They attacked me once.” He laughs even more now. I stare at him, not knowing I was a damn comedian. His laughter comes to a stop. “You do know that in the wild, ravens have a special relationship with wolves, right? They tend to be friends.” He looks up. “Ravens and wolves are really smart creatures.”

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…