Raven Mitchell Novels & Stories

"Mitchell. How unexpected." "Is it?" Mitchell's smile is all teeth. "I'm still technically part of this pack. I have every right to attend pack gatherings." "Of course." Tyler's voice is dangerously calm. "I'm just surprised you'd show your face after the rogue incident." "Rogues? I have no idea what you're talking about." Mitchell's gaze slides to me. "But where are my manners? You must be the famous April West. The little Omega who trapped the great Tyler Raven."

It's almost been a year and yet I couldn't find a clue of where she is, and what makes my search harder is Rachel is a loner and secretive person, in many ways she is like me. Except for the fact that she is loud and quirky which is quite opposite of what I'm, but staying away from her made me realize one thing that I haven't realized working with her for years. That her smile and attitude are just a mask that she puts on to hide the true feeling in her heart. Her smile is nothing but a shield that she uses to protect herself from suffering, but that day with alcohol in her system she is finally able to show the pain, the thoughts the feeling she has been hiding for years, and that was the l

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.

And even if I succeeded in rescuing her, I'd still be waiting for her to die and hoping he returns to me? I looked at Damon, my sister, and my parents. "You know what?" I bit out, my tone cold. "Congratulations." They were looking at me in dismay. They were expecting me to get this. To be nice. To be thoughtful. Not today. Just as I was sitting there, a familiar voice hit my mind. Ravina? Where are you? I've been trying to reach you. Anna. My best friend. Our pack's healer. I need you to take me for a ride, I told her.

Lilith spoke the truth. “Why do you need us?” Grimm asks. “There are only two people in this room the Mistress wants,” Rowena says. “The Raven Wolf King… and the unborn child. You are merely a spare, carved from the Raven Wolf King’s blood… and male. Had you been a woman, she would have no use for you. You are a plan B, if you will.” “Plan… B… male?” “Mate…” Dagar breathes, struggling for air. “She wants to mate with us… with me.”

Tristan said and walked up the stairs and into his room “What was that?... It was like an entirely different person… She didn't feel like the girl I met earlier… Was it because she was trying to look nice in front of my parents?” Raven thought “I didn't know my parents' debt would be this much... Now I'm trapped being a maid of this spoiled brat, who does nothing else but go to school and be spoiled by her parents... Well it was what I've heard” She thinks as she heads back into her room ______

He spoke quietly. It seemed that, unlike Arden, he knew how to keep his anger on a leash. Yet my heart raced wildly against my chest because of what I heard. If this involved my mother and me, did that mean these people had a hidden motive? or Mr. Ravenchi?

As they walked through the mountain trail, Raven finally broke the silence. “She held me the night my mother died.” Her voice was low. “Mira braided my hair and told me the stars would guide me.” Thorne looked over. “I’m sorry, Raven.” She shook her head, bitterness lining her mouth. “She’s been feeding the court information for years. I was too blind to see it.” Shadow stirred in her chest, restless. So did Nightfire—crackling just under her skin. “We find her, we stop her,” Thorne said firmly. “Before she stops you.”

Her chest heaved, the rise and fall of it too controlled—too calm for someone who had just turned the dungeon into a slaughterhouse. I stared, unable to tear my gaze away from the screen. Each move was precise, lethal. There was no hesitation, no remorse—only cold, efficient death. Raven didn’t just fight to protect herself. She fought like someone who had done this before. “She brought down six dungeon guards, that alone says how strong she is and that she's no ordinary wolf,” Matteo said and I turned to him, mind racing with several thoughts. I turned back to the screen just as the video ended with her standing over the bodies, chest rising slowly, her eyes blank—like she wasn’t even human

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…