Raven Mitchell 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

Lately, rogues have been attacking our borders a lot, and we are having trouble holding them back, so today the Alpha and Beta of the Ravenwing pack are arriving to help us train. I don't know who the Alpha is, but I had heard the Alpha is a female and also a white wolf. He looks at the clock and sees that they should be arriving soon, so he, Savina, his Beta David, and his Gamma Colton all go outside to welcome us.

I follow wordlessly as Hannah checks on Sienna. Raven is short, but her deadly demeanor makes her 3 inches taller. She has the body of a warrior, broad shoulders, hips, round ass, and legs that have climbed many mountain tops in her days working with air force’s extraction team. Too bad she preferred the company of a woman. Her light green eyes are small, but get smaller when she’s worried, and the lines around her eyes are the only giveaway that she is in her late 30s. “River just called. Apparently Natasha is the one with the problem, not Sienna.”

“That’s not all, Raven was also compelled to forget she spent the night with Alpha Osric and the mate bonds were all blocked right after she found out Embry was one of her mates, which she almost immediately forgot. Jonathan was trying to placate Rebecca and King Orin, when he was compelling me to forget catching him at the house, Raven reacted and she’s the one who killed our mother for bringing him into the house and putting me in danger.” “Raven was out hunting while I was in labor, she found Osric during her hunt, they ran into Alpha Quinn. Raven defended Osric and herself, beating Quinn and becoming Alpha of Wolf Creek. I know Jonathan took the memory of killing Rebecca to protect Raven

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

“Mother?” She turned slowly. But she didn’t smile. Her voice was layered, dark and loud. “Rachael is gone. I am the Flame now.” Kelvin stepped back. “She’s... possessed.” I stared at her. My heart broke. “Mom, please—it’s me. Rachael.” She looked at me, confused for a moment. Then screamed. The world around us cracked. And a deep voice echoed from the mountain. “She’s mine now.” The rocks split open—and Mike stepped out, taller than before, covered in shadows. His body no longer looked like a wolf—but a beast made of fire and darkness.

The Iron Howlers were no longer a small group of bikers. "You're brooding again, Dominic." I didn't have to turn around. I knew the sound of her boots on the gravel. I knew the way her scent—vanilla cut through the smell of the trees. Raven stepped up beside me. She was holding a large roll of paper. Her hair was messy from the wind, and her cheeks were red from the climb. She looked perfect. "I’m not brooding," I said. I reached out and pulled her against my side. She felt small and warm. "I’m looking at the future. It’s a lot of work."

Why did Ralph bring her along? "Who's the beautiful lady, Ralph?" Asked the guy who entered last. "Oh, sorry. This is Raven Porterfield, my assistant. You can trust her," said Ralph. "Raven, meet Scott Marshall, ex-navy seal, and our friend. He's helping us out," said Ralph. Raven greeted him and he came forward to shake her hand, holding it a little longer. Ralph cleared his throat and glared at him. All three chuckled and sat down to discuss the matter at hand.

Raven was silent for a few seconds, “I don’t know, but I think I’m going to head out soon. Maybe get a lay of the land again.” “Just don’t push yourself too hard, and if you need anything, I’m a phone call away,” offered Marshal. Raven stood, “Thanks Marshall, for everything. Just in case I don’t come back, donate my shit.” Marshall chuckled, “Not if I go first, with not having you watching my back.” Raven laughed, “Take care old man.” She walked out of the office. *** Raven climbs out of the car in front of an old motel stretching. She walks to the office and saw a larger man behind the counter, bald head, “You Scott?”

The only reason for this is the simple fact that I have now pointed the ice-cold barrel against Mason’s temple. Once again, he does not flinch; he only carries on drinking his beer. Then once he thinks that I have calmed my rage to a respectable level, he starts to speak again, and god, do I wish that he never did, but ya, “Raven is Raven Sloane. She is Roman’s daughter.”