Raven Novels & Stories

she said. “Umm. All the best with your work,” I said. She tensed her brows with a confused, awkward smile. “Thanks, I guess?” she looked very unsure as she replied. I smiled with a soft nod. “Ok! Remember, stay here until he comes. Don’t leave his office, ok? And don’t touch plants or anything at all. First, Raven doesn’t like anyone touching his things, especially his plants. They are like his precious babies to him. He can’t let any harm come their way. So, even if you pluck a leaf, he’s gonna kill you. And second, this place is filled with things that can easily kill you. So…” she shrugged, receiving a call and strolled out of the office, leaving me all by

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.

The car stops in front of a house where a man and a woman—middle-aged—walk out to greet me. I step out. “Good afternoon.” I offer a small bow. “Roland, how are you?” the woman speaks first. “I’m Rachel, Diana’s mother.” She opens her arms for a hug. I do not care for hugs. Or people. I never have. “Sorry,” I say flatly. “I’m not a hugger.” Her arms fall back to her sides, smile stiff. The man steps in. “Dylan, Diana’s father.” He offers his hand. I accept it.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

He flicked the cigarette away and mounted his bike, riding off without another word. That night, the unease crystallized into danger. Raven was heading back from a supply run when she caught the scent so sharp, metallic and wrong. Her wolf bristled instantly. Hunters. She froze in the alley behind the warehouse, scanning the shadows. Too quiet, too still. Then the first bolt sang through the air. Raven ducked instinctively, the silver-tipped arrow embedding in the wall where her head had been a heartbeat before. Her wolf roared inside her, surging to the surface.

Raven stood in the narrow aisle, his tall frame blocking the aisle light, his dark grey eyes fixed on the secure satellite terminal in his hand. A sudden, fierce conflict flared hot between us. For weeks, we had planned this trip—baby Clara’s very first ocean vacation, a chance to leave behind the high-stakes boardrooms and legal battles. Yet, the moment the wheels lifted off the runway in New York, Raven’s old instincts had kicked in like a steel trap snapping shut. He had spent three hours cross-referencing flight paths, demanding secondary clearance from Viktor, and treating a quiet tropical haven like a tactical landing zone

It took a minute of searching before she recognized the name—Londons. London's pub was even scarier during the daytime when it was used as a makeshift camp for druggies and homeless people. Jade dashed from the taxi across the nearly empty parking lot, getting soaked by the rain in the process. She wrinkled her nose at the stench of earth and urine as she hurried into her car and quickly locked the doors behind her. She used a dry piece of her sleeve to wipe droplets of water from her face before starting the engine.

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

Jake began to feel a strange compulsion and could not look away from the window. The kid's mask continued to droop as Jake felt a dizziness when suddenly, a sharp sound came from the window, pulling Jake out of that weird trance. Jake gasped when he saw a black figure on the window. It was a raven, its beak lodged into the glass and flattering its black wings madly. It was trapped. Jake fell back on the bed and was reaching out for the book when the raven began to caw until it started to sound like a human being screaming. With one last scream, Jake watched the bird explode into a mound of blood, spattering the entire window red

You steal our happiness and rock the very foundation of our home. You are able to do this because Raven is my happy. She is the foundation of my home. The strength. The pillar that holds up and supports me. The beacon that lights up my home and path when darker times have hit in the past. She is my home. You make us have to pause life for a while, something that we have never done. You make us live with real, crippling fear. I hate you so much for doing that.