Raven Marvel Novels & Stories

Justice spat out through gritted teeth. " That's enough Alpha you have disrespected Natasha and Raven, they're good friends for goddess sake. Why must you try to sew d*****d between them? Raven and I were teenagers, we thought we were in love, we weren't. She went on and became YOUR Luna she loved YOU and I love Nat my fiance. You have some deep mental issues brother." Justice replied angrily. " Well Well, you sleep in and miss a show. Why are you two arguing during breakfast in front of the whole pack?" I asked while arching my brow. Trying not to laugh at the look on Rose's face. Surprise bitch I'm still here.

“Disappointed?” His gaze flicked to the dirt under my nails, the bruises blooming across my arms. “Impressed,” he said finally. The word sat heavy between us. Raven walked past, throwing her knife into the dirt beside the fire. “Don’t get sentimental, Mason. She’s still got a long way before she’s one of us.” “One of you?” I asked. Raven shrugged. “Rogue doesn’t mean monster. It means survivor. You either learn that or die wishing someone had warned you sooner.”

”Malia is the cousin of Raven Whitlock,” I said and scrunched my nose. James squinted and waited for me to continue. ”Raven is the descendant of the first-ever vampire in existence. She’s, um, strong.” I said and scratched the back of my head. ”Fuck,” he said as he gritted his teeth and turned around as he dragged his hand through his hair. But then he stopped, slowly his body turned to face me and he took slow, menacing steps towards me.

And as the past had taught them, treading cautiously was paramount, lest they lose their way. Raven, the enigma at the center of the twins' whirlwind of emotions, stood before Shade. As he poured out his heart, trying to bridge the gap of understanding, he closely observed her reactions. However, what he saw was not the solace or comprehension he so deeply yearned for. Instead, the transformation in Raven was undeniable and disconcerting. Her eyes, usually akin to pools of clear, vibrant water, now bore the appearance of a guarded fortress. The expressive windows to her soul, which previously reflected warmth and compassion, now mirrored restraint and caution.

I let out a small breath I had been holding and debate whether or not to mind link Maddox. If there’s a chance Maddox is apart of this then he won’t save me and instead would make things worse. But… I don’t think he’s apart of this anymore. And now that Sebastian’s gone, I wonder if Maddox is the only one I can truly trust. Suddenly, Raven’s face pops in front of the crack of the crawl space. Her eyes are a pitch black with red sparks throughout them and she gives a wicked smile as she says, “Boo.”

The scene hit me like a punch. Marek was on the floor, curled on his side, coughing thick, dark blood that soaked the floor. His skin was grey, lips blue, eyes rolled half back. Raven stood over him, arms crossed, a tiny glass vial dangling from her fingers like a pendant. Four of my own men knelt with guns to their heads, held by her personal guards. The servants were trembling in the corner. Raven smiled, sweet and poisonous. “Took you long enough.” I crossed the room in three strides and wrapped my hand around her throat, slamming her back against the wall. The vial stayed steady in her grip, taunting me.

Raven said, causing Marissa's eyes to widen in shock, "he might not like you, Marissa, but you saved my life. That was enough to make his hatred of you simmer down." "I take it I'm still at your pack?" Marissa ventured, "Or did you take me further away for everybody's safety?" she whispered. "You're still at my pack." "The hunters?" Marissa said, paling, "Are they all..." "Dead," Raven supplied calmly, "every single one of them. We didn't let any of them live." "What about your pack members?" Marissa swallowed hard, "Did anybody get hurt?" Raven shook her head, and Marissa had never felt more relieved. She exhaled slowly, feeling her body relax.

Maria mumbled, placing the blood in a cooler. Raven narrowed her eyes, puzzled by Maria's talk of immortals. Was that even possible? And whatever they were planning seemed dangerous. "Is that your plan?" she whispered. Ophelia laughed, "If you're just figuring it out now, you're slow," she taunted. Raven sighed, feeling exhausted. She clung to the hope that someone would rescue her before it was too late. "Then why go through the trouble of abducting me when you could do this with anyone else?" she asked.

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie

Vahl said coldly, “because you wanted to change the world.” He stepped away and walked toward the glass window that overlooked the core housing Raven’s primary drives — a black room full of softly humming servers, all wired into a single mirrored obelisk in the center. The Crown Node, they called it. “You know what happens to the world when we don’t control the chaos?” he said. “It burns. We’re not monsters, Mara. We’re gardeners. Raven isn’t the threat. Human nature is.” Mara stared at the obelisk.