Raven Monster Novels & Stories

“The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.” All of them mulled over Eva’s words for a few moments before Doreth chipped in her thoughts. “Let’s add a little Drogar flair to your Ravens,” she said. “We’ve got a similar bird - Ventrii Stalkers. They’re these hunter/fishers that’re smaller and less aggressive than Avicii Raptors, but definitely smarter and way more agile.” “Oh, good pick,” added Severas. “Most birds on the planet are in constant conflict with each other. The war co

Raven tilted her head like she was listening to something none of us could hear. “Under everything,” she said. “Still trying to reconnect. Still waiting for me.” Marek’s expression tightened. “That’s not what it was,” he said carefully. Raven looked at him and this time there was no confusion in her eyes. “It is,” she said quietly. “It’s not a god. It’s not fate.” Her hand lifted slightly and silver fire gathered without hesitation. “It’s a containment system that turned into a parasite after the kingdom broke it by accident and kept feeding it fear for centuries.”

“Aren’t you?” The silence offered no answer, only mockery. Were the voices truly gone? Or was this a cruel trick, the calm before another storm? His hand trembled as he pulled the artifact closer. “I don’t want this,” he muttered bitterly. “I don’t want to be this... monster. This host.” But doubt crept in, chilling him to the core. What if there was no escape? What if this was the start of madness? Raven took a shaky breath, forcing the thought aside. “Not now,” he said softly, the words trembling. “Not when there’s still so much to do.”

“I don’t want to be a monster, I’ll fight in my human form!” Raven was angry. She was tired and sweaty from practicing self-defense on the training field all day It wasn’t hard for her, but the hard part was that she needed to accept the fact, she was a monster, well, at least she saw herself like that. Dana, in another hand, didn’t. She saw Raven as someone special and truly brave and kindhearted, but it wasn’t something she could tell her, no.

They are all exhausted from the demons, but Luther and Kyra were not yet there. Raven blasted powerful lightning from her hands, and every monster it struck burned and stopped moving in the tunnel. Raven felt her abilities diminishing with each release. They were too powerful for her body to withstand. She looked around and saw that there were many more demons, and they hadn’t yet fought Kyra. When Kyra confronts them, they must all be vulnerable. Tyler will be able to fight Luther or Kyra, she wonders.

It was a night ripe with both sorrow and danger. Outside, in the veil of darkness, lurked creatures of myth and legend. Werewolves, guardians of the forest, prowled silently, their keen senses attuned to the slightest movement. Among them, two pairs of amber eyes fixated on the cabin, the Beta and the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid pack tasked with observing and bringing the troubled man within to their pack, who was entirely unaware of the species’ existence.

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

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.

“The biggest issue? Becoming what killed my family. The same kind of monster that burned Rallen, that left me alive only to haunt me with memories. I can’t just… turn myself into that.” Mae leaned closer, voice calm but insistent. “I know. I get it. But think about it—being turned isn’t the same as letting them win. If you do this… if you survive it… it’s a way to reach the vampire who did it.” She sipped her coffee again. “It’s a way to make it pay. To stop them from hurting anyone else. To protect the villages no one bothers to protect.” I chewed my lip, heart thudding against my ribs. “And what if I… what if I can’t control it? What if I become the thing I’m hunting?”

Evander didn’t flinch. “Then what about me? Are you going to take me along too, Evan?” Raven turned to face Evander. Lily, who had been silent until then, let out a look of disgust when she saw Raven’s strange behavior. “Of course you’re coming with us. The base already told you about this, right?” Evander furrowed his brow. “But… I’m really scared of the monsters outside the base. You know I almost died while fleeing here,” Raven said, her face pale.