Raven Monster Novels & Stories

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Chapter 66 Despair As Raven landed, she picked up the faint scent of her children, and her heart skipped a beat. Her clawed feet pounded the ground with a fierce intensity, her wings fully expanded as she strode forward. But as she took in the scene before her, her eyes widened in horror. The destruction was catastrophic, and she let out a blood-curdling scream that shook the very foundations of the Earth, like the aftershocks of a devastating earthquake. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that her worst fears had come true - she had thought her babies were killed in the battle that ravaged this place. The anguish and grief that followed were overwhelming, threatening to consume he

He screams and drops to the floor. “You remember the circle you drew when you were taking my memories,” Raven continues quietly. “You remember the vow you swore when you handed me over to thise monsters.” Her eyes burn silver-blue. “Blood binds both ways.” Raphael claws at his chest. “Raven... please... listen to me...” He coughs again.

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.”

Raven said, looking at her phone and didn't even wait for her sister's reply before she ran off. "Ugh! What's wrong with her these days? Now I have to stand here and wait," Sasha said. ~ Raven walked into the school's library. A tall silhouette stood holding a book in his hand. His muscles bulged through his school shirt and he was quite over six feet. Raven smiled at him even though he didn't see her and called: "My monkey man!" she almost screamed, and he turned around with a surprised look on his face. She ran towards him—at first it was a sprint, then it turned to a mad dash. Then she leapt into his arms and he caught her mid-air.

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

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

I blurt out, and he shakes his head. "No." My eyes widen. "W-what? Are you...are you going to kidnap me?" He shrugs. "If you run from me, I will." A shiver runs down my spine. He definitely means it. What have I done? I wonder, my palms getting sweaty. "Will you let me explain myself?" He asks. He seems desperate. It makes me falter. So I nod, slowly. "I'm a werewolf," he says, and I freeze. Ravenhollow's unspoken rule, the myths about nightwalkers... suddenly everything makes sense.

"Your father?" Raven nodded, her voice trembling. "He's my father. And he's a monster. He's been planning this for decades—the apocalypse, the Black Sun, the new world order. He believes he's saving humanity, building a better future. But he's not. He's destroying everything. He's killing everyone who stands in his way. He's enslaving everyone who survives." She paused, her voice hardening. "I tried to stop him. I tried to reason with him. I tried to change him. But he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't change. He wouldn't stop."

And there aren’t many people I can tell. Demon‑blessed. What does that even mean? What does it mean for my baby? For me? I swat away a huge moth attempting to land on me. I’ve been seeing these giant things all over the castle. Suddenly, something white swoops down and snatches the moth flying inches from my face. The creature lands on a branch above us—a beautiful white raven. “What?” I’ve never seen a raven like this before. I rise slowly and step closer. It watches me with reddish eyes. Not glowing, just tinted. It’s a little eerie.