Raven Novels & Stories

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.”

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

“Mind link? Like you guys can talk to one another telepathically?” He nods. “Yes, we can. But that’s beside the point, Arya. You need to know about Raven. He’s a wanted wolf from a pack in the South; his Alpha has been looking for him after he murdered six women in the pack two and a half months ago and fled.” “What?!” I exclaim, and he clamps a hand over my mouth. “I can’t go up there now, knowing that!”

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

“Mind link? Like you guys can talk to one another telepathically?” He nods. “Yes, we can. But that’s beside the point, Arya. You need to know about Raven. He’s a wanted wolf from a pack in the South; his Alpha has been looking for him after he murdered six women in the pack two and a half months ago and fled.” “What?!” I exclaim, and he clamps a hand over my mouth. “I can’t go up there now, knowing that!”

I look him in the eye, his government sent him here because they know Raven is capable of being dangerous. “I honestly didn’t believe the report. She’s very young, I’ll admit she's mature and carries herself like a warrior, but she doesn’t seem as lethal and dangerous as Dagon claimed.” Ingvar glances at his men who all nod. “Raven is very special, she’s more than just a lycan. My mate is the Goddess of Death, and she is capable of killing hundreds of thousands, if not more, in the blink of an eye if she really wanted to. However, Raven is an incredibly strong woman who is duty driven to protect h

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun

Van Gogh, one of the junior colleagues hissed. "And you all claim to be experts!" Flying dragon bolted. "It is not time to yell and quarrel. We have to make physical enquiries and get to know at least one thing about that guy before we use the computer, typing random names and workplaces won't help us here" Lee, a Korean guy suggested.

A beautiful, black Raven suddenly swoops down from a tree, catching my sight and holding it as it makes its way over to where Remiel and Lucern are losing the battle against restraining a crazed out Ice. A feeling of peace washes over me when the Raven’s unusal pink eyes meet mine as it swoops by me before landing next to Ice’s thrashing head. I relax back against Levi’s comforting chest as I watch the Raven somehow communicate with the crazed out elf. After a few tense moments filled with Remiel and Lucern casting questioning looks in the birds direction, Ice finally calms down beneath them and a

The days leading up to our final encounter with The Raven were filled with a mixture of anxiety and determination. In the Isabella Voss look, we got a valuable insight into The Raven’s trap, but it still felt like chasing a shadow. The deeper we dug, the denser and more dangerous the wings became.