Raven Marvel Novels & Stories

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.

Ash said, her eyes locked to mine. Raven's sharp vioce interruptes. “ We shouldn't dwell on this issue too long. It's doesn't matter if they use dark powers or not” her words hung heavy in the room, each word carrying a confidence. “ We're going to mark their territories… Conquer them and bring my brother back alive” “ We're doing this together” I said, my eyes locked to hers. One moment, we glared at each other for long. A lump formed in my chest as I suddenly realized how beautiful Raven was.

“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

“Raven who? Man, she's bold, picking a fight at a Madrigal family's party. They're all getting tossed out for sure." “You don't know Raven? She's the one who took gold at nationals, both a shooting champion and a race car driver. Didn't think she'd show up here. Looks even better in person, honestly." “What about the one in pink? Never seen her before, and that outfit's straight out of a vintage catalog."