Raven Queen Destiny Novels & Stories

Although the promise together with his foster figure for his 20th birthday may want to now no longer be fulfilled, the bonds of grasp and servant had been engraved thus. Reaching out and bumping cups gently with Isabella, Raven raised his cup and savoured the high-quality violet-coloured wine. . . BOOK 1 Ends Here…. * * What do you think is gonna happen to Raven?? Is he still safe in the hands of his predators??? Find Out More in the BOOK 2 of the Vampire Harem Series. . . WATCH OUT for the Vampire Harem Series BOOK 2 Title:- RAVEN: A Rare Vampire . . …… THE END

“This is how I die? She absorbs me and I don’t exist anymore.” “In a sense, yes. You and I will work together as part of who Madison is and will influence her when she’s in our forms. As a Ylva, Rei has a little more freedom than we do. You’re still a fae queen as much as I’m a demon queen. Triple queen, named for the triple goddess.” Morrigan said. “How did she come back? Her wings were torn off. The pheromone is toxic.” I stated. “What kind of fae is Rhys?” Morrigan questioned.

Refusing to cower and break eye contact, I stood my ground. "Here's news for you, Nathan. I don't fear you. You don't own me. Want to know why?" I said. "How dare you," he spat. Seeing him so frustrated and angered made me feel powerful. It made me feel like I was in control. "My name is Raven, and I am the queen of Lycans. I am no longer a slave, I am a queen. Do not touch what belongs to me. If you do, you're going to get burned." I hissed and pivoted on my heels. Without pausing to look at him, I retreated to my room, shutting the door behind me when I walked in.

“Queens don't beg. Neither does an Alpha. You should go and prepare for her arrival, you will need all the time left.” “We will see about that,” he said and turned to go. “I trained Raven for since before she started walking. I trained her to be a warrior. A queen. An Alpha. But most importantly… To be the last one standing, she will come. But she will come back to rule. Come back to take what is hers and destroy what's left of your little. You didn't break my daughter. You made her destructed. It's all going to be a matter of time.”

Odo moved with silent fury, taking his place behind Torrock’s chair, eyes fixed on the empty seat as if willing his brother back. Whispers stirred again. A second portal cracked open, spilling light and silence. Queen Destiny entered, flanked by Argun and two of her great hounds. She wore a long white robe layered over a floor-length blue dress that shimmered like the sea at midnight. Her jeweled crown glinted with history and loss. The hounds—beasts of legend—wore encrusted collars, their eyes glowing softly. Argun’s white military garb bore the royal emblem, pristine and solemn.

“It is a mistake. We kept her alive because killing her would break the treaty with the vampires.” Dante’s voice turned cold. “You kept her in chains.” Marcus said nothing. Zephyr crouched slightly, bringing himself closer to Raven’s level without touching her. “What is your name?” She held his gaze. “Raven.” Her voice was rough from years of silence, but steady. Kael looked at the bruises on her wrists. “How long.” “Since birth,” she answered. The hall shifted uneasily. One of the elders snapped, “She is dangerous. The prophecy speaks clearly. A hybrid with three mates will rise again. She will either unite the realms or drown them in blood.”

“Nothing is happening right now. Your wolves are safe for the moment.” Raven stared at her, trying to process everything. “Paused time?” The Goddess nodded weakly. “It won’t last long… but long enough to tell you what matters. Your destiny is here now. It’s time.” Damien looked down at her, stunned. Her words echoed in his chest. “Do you mean… Raven will become the actual Moon Goddess?” The Goddess’s gaze turned to Raven. “If that is what you choose.” Raven shook her head, tears brimming. “No. Don’t say that. Tell me how to heal you. Please. I’ll do anything.”

Whoever hurt her would pay. “Let her go,” I told Raven. “She’s not part of this.” “Isn’t she?” He circled me like a predator. “Laura Hale, Crescent Moon pack. The loyal friend who helped you escape. The one person who still believes you’re human.” Every word struck deep. He knew exactly what she meant to me. “What do you want?” I asked, though I feared the answer. “The same thing as always,” Raven said. “To make you what you were born to be. To strip weakness and crown you a queen.”

The sky, once a reminder of our vulnerability, had become a symbol of our liberation, a canvas of endless possibility and hope. David's expression turned serious, his eyes locked on mine as he continued, "I will remain as Queen Raven's first in command." His voice was laced with a hint of solemnity, underscoring the gravity of his role. "As you know, all top commanders must be of Royal bloodline. I'm not intentionally dismissing anyone's abilities, but this is a requirement that cannot be waived."

Ruvan continued, “They asked specifically for Queen Elira. They say they bring a prophecy only she can hear.” --- The Daughters of Dusk arrived by nightfall. There were only three of them—cloaked women with silver paint streaked across their eyes and hands. They wore no weapons, only bone charms, feathers, and beads. But their presence felt heavy, ancient. Like something older than the packs, older even than the throne Elira now wore. The tallest among them—an elder with midnight-dark skin and moon-pale hair—knelt before Elira in the throne room. “Elira Stormfang,” she said, her voice husky with age and power. “Moon-marked. Flame-carved. Child of both silence and song.”