Raven Of The Inner Palace Light Novel Novels & Stories

Ravan said and lightly pecked Reva’s lip before leaving to get his one last work done for shabbier sheikh. on same day in late evening when Ravan was busy in between completing shabbier task he received an extremely disturbed call from Julia maa because of which Ravan abruptly headed back to his mansion which he had named as ‘Reva and Ravan Mansion’, where upon reaching back to his mansion in his hall room saw his Julia maa and Roma crying hard, seeing which he was little stunned however upon questioning Julia maa reason for her whimper she simply pointed her finger towards his sofa where something was covered in white sheet which had blood stains on it, Ravan quickly walked towards his sofa

I didn’t want raven to catch me smiling sheepishly. Thirty-five minutes later, we arrived at the palace. Aurora rushed into my private chambers, while raven ordered the palace guards to sort out the new pack members. I went to the throne room to see if I had any guests. Luckily, there was none. Just as I was about heading out, raven cleared her throat to draw my attention. “My Alpha, may I speak freely?” Raven asked in a soft voice, yet I sensed a headache was coming. She was as fierce as a warrior and also cunny when she wanted to make a suggestion or request.

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

"You may have defeated my pawns, but you will not escape my wrath. Prepare yourselves, for the true nightmare is about to begin." After some time, the raven returned, its wings slicing through the dense shadows of Thana's domain. Its eyes glowed an eerie crimson, reflecting the malevolence of its mistress. As it settled on the twisted branch of a dead tree within her lair, a shadow began to take form behind it. The air grew colder, and the oppressive darkness seemed to deepen as the creature emerged, its figure towering and ominous.

“I am asking you as a friend, not as Luna of Sundrop Gem. I need to know more about our gracious hosts, and I suspect few others in this castle would tell me the truth.” She sighs and pulls a faintly purplish-gray dress from her wardrobe. “I don’t like talking about this.” “And I apologize for asking.” My eyes water. “But my father lies dead. I need to know.” “You can change behind that screen, if you like.” She gestures to a folding screen, then pulls down the high neck of her dress to reveal four thin, jagged scars in a row. “Blanca—Queen Raven, as you know her—can control animals. Once, we were having a disagreement, and she sicced a cat on me. It nearly tore my throat open.”

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

“Let’s get you back to the pack house.” “Riven.” I say, causing both of them to glance my way in confusion; so I add, “my name is Riven.” “What a beautiful name.” He smiles, gently pulling me with him. “Oh this is going to get pretty old pretty fast.” Anton whines, following us closely. “I can’t help it.” Jamie chuckles, “she is perfect.” Anton fakes anger. “Yeah make it worse for the guy who hasn’t found his mate yet.”

I am a soldier and I follow orders and am the ex-beta for the Werewolf King. I have not been sent to kill the vampire king. That is why I have not tried to kill him. The vampire king has somehow robbed many magical creatures of their magic. The real challenge would kill King William, as he is a powerful man. I tiptoe stealthily through the dark tunnels, lighting them with a dim fairy light so I can see my way through as I sweep away the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. As if mirroring the floor, the wall was dusty with black dust. A large black residue of dust had fallen from the ceiling in my hair because of the dust on the ceiling.

The second circle protected the civilians still trapped inside the mansion. The innermost circle surrounded Alessio and Seraphina. Gunfire erupted. The night exploded into chaos. ⸻ The Raven remained motionless. Standing in the center of the battlefield, dressed in a long black military coat, he watched both armies collide. Rain slid down the smooth obsidian mask covering his face. On the right side of the mask… A silver raven feather had been engraved. Elegant. Beautiful. Terrifying. He didn’t carry a rifle. Only a long black cane rested in his right hand.