Raven Mitchell Novels & Stories

“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."

But Raven brings light to all the darkness around me and I can’t let her go, I don’t want to. Maddox was so pissed off that Colton had the nerve to warn us away from her, I had to push him to the back of my mind to stop him from attacking one of my best friends. I think Maddox and I are on the same page when it comes to raven now, she is not just a fleeting thing, but she the anker that keeps my world from spinning in chaos.

Jacob reassured him confidently. "Half of the men you appointed for this mission are already dead," Raven pointed out skeptically. "I don't trust you, Jacob. Remember, I was the one who revived you. You serve me, and if you fail to deliver what I want, I will not hesitate to kill you." Jacob's eyes flashed with a murderous intent but quickly returned to a calm demeanor. He nodded in acknowledgment. Raven then left the room, and unfortunately, Rick had to move away swiftly to avoid being caught spying on their conversation so that I couldn't get a clear view of Raven's

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

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 mentally patted myself on the back for choosing the appropriate word to use. 'I didn't intend to be that loud. It is just that I have never seen a water fall all my life. I have heard about it and I once overheard the Gamma's daughter back at Attic Moon go on for days about a beautiful waterfall her father took her to visit in a neighboring pack. I had wished I would see it at least once before I die,' Raven said. I laughed hard. I knew she would think I was laughing because of what she said about wanting to see a water fall at least once before she died but I was actually laughing happily at the fact that she just took the bait.

I said, trying to get it out of her. She was probably very close to the Alpha. But Marcus did not have a daughter as old as she was. Or was she his sister? Raven laughed out loud. “You look so funny right now,” She said. “I am glad my confusion is making you laugh,” I responded. Raven stopped walking forward and turned to me. “You are talking to the former chief security officer of the pack,” She said, there was an air of pride as she spoke. Her words caught me off guard.

My chest ached as I moved instinctively, down toward the lower wing where the healers worked. And of course, I found her there. Raven was still bent over one of the tables, sorting herbs by color and size, her fingers trembling slightly from fatigue. The lamplight caught in her hair, saturating the dark strands until she looked almost otherworldly. Even while physically exhausted, Raven possesed a charm that drew the eye and refused to let go. “You don't always have to come here looking for me,” she said without looking up from the herbs. I couldn't stop a smile from spreading across my face as I moved closer.

" I took a step back and pressed myself up against the wall, attempting to slow down my heartbeat. Raven intended to depose Dennis and seize command of both packs. Nor was he working by himself. He had Selena by his side, and the two of them were planning to steal everything. It was worse than I had anticipated. I decided to speak with Dennis the next day. I had to let Raven ruin everything, and I had to keep this a secret. Dennis was practicing with some wolves in the training yard when I spotted him, but his attitude stiffened the instant he noticed me. "Melissa," he said, his tone rigid. "What are you hoping to achieve?" I swallowed, mustering up my bravery. "We must speak. It concerns Ra

Unnatural and suffocating. A prickling sense of unease crawled down her spine, and instinctively, her eyes darted upward. That’s when she saw her. Taylor, the rogue wolf. Perched high in the trees, her figure blended into the leaves, but the glint of metal was unmistakable. The bow in her hands was drawn, the string taut, her aim steady. But it wasn’t Damien she was targeting. It wasn’t even her. The arrow was pointed directly at Miranda. A jolt of panic shot through Raven’s body, every nerve igniting at once. She tried to speak, to shout a warning, but her throat tightened, her breath seized, and for the first time in her life...