Raven Novels & Stories

“How can you not like them? They’re so intelligent and beautiful. Look at the way his feathers shine a kind of metallic violet in the light.” He made a series of guttural croaks that had Shirley flinching. “Aren’t ravens an omen of death and disease? No offense to your wolf.” Natalie rolled her eyes at the nervousness in her friend’s voice. “For God’s sake, Shirley, it’s only a bird. And Raven takes offense.” “And a scavenger, did you forget that part? Wait, does it only have one leg? And hang on, did it just bark?”

“He talks?!” “’Course I talk,” the raven – Corvus, if memory served me right - snapped, his beak clattering as he spoke. He tilted his head, his glossy feathers catching the starlight, and I swear he was laughing. “All servants of Dikaios talk when we’re in his realm.”

Raven, a sixteen year old girl, walked home from her part-time job at the library. She felt as if someone was watching her. She looked around the near empty streets, seeing nothing. Raven picked up her speed. She should have been home hours ago, but she had gotten caught up in a mystery novel, losing track of time. Her parents will be furious with her once she gets home.

A black raven spreads its dark wings as it flies in the air, a letter in between its beak. It had only one job, and that was to deliver the letter assigned to it. After flying for hours, the raven slowly circled down, then perched on the ledges of a window. Using its beak, the raven tapped on the window. Minutes later, Tamina climbed down from her bed, then made her way to the window in her chamber. She opened the window and was stunned to see a raven with a scroll snapped between its beak.

Raven stared at the man. “And the answer?” Caelan shook his head. “I have never found it.” The room fell silent. Then a small sound came from the empty cradle. A wooden bird tapped against the side. Once. Twice. Raven turned. The bird lay inside the cradle. It had two wings now. One was made of wood. The other was made of black feathers. Raven approached it slowly. Beneath the bird lay a folded piece of paper. His name was written across it.

Raven lays beside him whines. After 30 minutes the Howl, the legs, the fur, gray with black highlights, the back, the limbs, the head. He looks between Snow and Raven. Raven is a deep chocolate with gray highlights and glowing blue eyes. Snow is white, with soft gray eyes. Raven looks dejected and whines. Snow is soft and patient. Dexter-I think we have a problem! “I think we have a problem,” Luke comes over and tells us.

Chapter 1: The Contract in the Dark Raven Winterstar had always believed the world was kind. At eight years old, she lived in a sprawling estate perched on the emerald edge of Arcadia Prime, where sunlight filtered through ancient canopy trees like golden honey. Her mother, the Archdruid, taught her the secret songs that made flowers bloom out of season. Her father, High Priest of the realm, carried her on his shoulders through moonlit gardens, whispering stories of gods and guardians. Raven's snow-white hair fell in long waves down her back, and her sharp blue eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that made even the sternest senti

Not having a wolf, I couldn't distinguish between our kind and humans as I also lacked all the other benefits, such as a heightened sense of smell, night vision, and an extraordinary immune system. "Sit, please," a woman who looked to be in her late twenties with curly, black hair and whom I'd come to know as Helena, said to me, gesturing at a chair. She'd never been particularly friendly, even after knowing her for nine months now. I took a seat, leaving a chair empty next to a couple that was really into PDA, turning away from them.

No one knows who Raven is, and the fact that she was known as the killing machine made people in the assassin community assumed her to be a man. Who would have thought that he would be a she? "Now, Raven. Let me introduce you to your new team. This guy with dark blue hair will be responsible behind the scenes. He specializes in computers, and he'll be a very great help when tracking and looking for escape routes." Mr. Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black.

Outside near the windowsill was standing a black creature hitting his beak on the glass of the window from the past 30 minutes in hope that Ella would open the window and he’d meet her, greet her a good morning as he had been doing from the past 7 years. Ella named him Raven because it suited his personality more than any other name she could possibly think of. Black as the moonless night sky, his body exquisitely perfect; his chest shines like diamonds in a dark cave and his long-crooked beak produced the most dramatic morning songs for Ella for years.