Raven Of The Inner Palace Characters Novels & Stories

Far below, soldiers and ravens were already moving — spreading the command that would soon reach Somberwoke. The Alpha King was halfway to his throne again when the sound of beating wings cut through the hall. A raven, black as oil and twice as silent, swooped through the high glass arch and landed near the door. Its claws scraped against the marble floor as it dropped a rolled parchment before the nearest servant. The bird tilted its head once — as if watching — then gave a sharp shake of its tail and flew back into the night. The servant hesitated, glancing at the seal: a faint mark of frost and ash. He stepped forward and bowed low.

I do my best to comfort Raven knowing she is afraid of something happening to separate her from her mates again. “I know, and I do understand that he has to go, it’s his responsibility as King, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Raven admits, sitting up and rearranging pillows around Roan. “Here hand me that comb, I’ll do two nice braids from the sides to the back in the middle, leaving everything else down,” Raven offers, while she runs her fingers through my silvery white hair. “Thank you, that look will be perfect for this dress. Why is Osric needed in Germany anyway?” I pass Raven the comb and get comfortable enjoying the feeling of her nails gently grazing my scalp.

On my signal we entered. In the center of the room was a chair with wires and cables connected to a body strapped down. From first glimpse it looked like a ghoul. What are they doing? "Raven the witch!" Dustin called pointing to the elegant dark figure coming towards me. Her eyes were completely black, her skin as white as snow, jet black hair flowing behind her as she raced toward me. Still out of bullets I raised my blades prepared to take her on.

Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha. While Liliana’s hair is silvery white with eyes that are pale blue and white near the center, her aura radiates her powerful Lycan Healer abilities. “Daddy she’s here!” Liliana calls out with a look of relief flooding her like she is glad to see her sister’s ok. “Liliana, get back!” Rebecca snarls while running beside Gideon as I carry Raven outside into the snow finding Liliana’s lack of fear very amusing. “Raven, what are you doing where have you been, it’s morning?” Gideon panics taking her from my arms possessively as I rub her back trying to keep her calm.

’ I cringe at the images she sends me of us doing exactly that with her tongue hanging out in glee. “I understand the enormity of what I am asking Raven. The Moonstone for your mate’s freedom. I will give you a few days to think it over and meet you back here. But understand this, Rafe is not the only one. The majority of my army is comprised of wolves that are manipulated. Do you know what it’s like to have your mind manipulated, Raven?” he doesn’t wait for me to answer as he continues with glee.

We entered the precinct of the Pheles palace, which was named after Raven’s demon wolf’s name — Pheles. It was yet another wonder of architecture standing in the middle of blooming gardens, glowing greenhouses and dark woods. A dense mist hung heavily around the palace and the woods.

“Alice was Beta Williams' mate and from what we have here, Beta Williams is Raven’s stepfather.” “Who knows what he wants to use Raven to accomplish?” Alpha Baron pondered. “The throne!” Richard exclaimed, snapping his fingers again. “Sir, the throne. Beta Williams had made Raven your acting Luna so he could take the throne… don't forget he revolted against your father… you have no idea since you spent a decade of your life in the human pack.” Richard said with an eye roll. “Pardon but who is Wren? You know we are working on this discreetly and we shouldn't involve someone who will jeopardize our efforts, putting us in harm's way.” I asked the one question that had been bugging me.

“Forgive me, my king, but I have seen the look in her eyes. For all her strength, there is still… loneliness. A soldier may carry blades, but a woman’s heart longs for more.” The king turned away, his grip tightening on the table's edge. His knuckles whitened against the polished wood. For a moment, silence filled the chamber, broken only by the crackling of the flames. Then Alaric spoke again, his tone lower, more thoughtful. “She is not Astrid, Caden. Astrid built her name on strategy. Ravena, on the other hand, fights with fights with a fiery passion and strong conviction. She could rise higher than Astrid ever did.”