Raven Queen Destiny Novels & Stories

Then Levi takes me by the hips and scootches me even closer. "What would I do without you?" He asks, messaging my thighs smoothly. I giggle, "You'd be dead if I remember correctly." He laughs, glowing with peace. He buries his head in my neck, giving light kisses here and there but simply doing it as a way to show that he loves me. Soon after we hear footsteps again, a cough is heard and we both turn to the culprit. There stands the queen of Raven Empire. She's a powerful sorcerer and so is plenty of her allies. She also has highly trained guards in her kingdom.

“No. No one is to know. Our agenda is our own—and so will be the rewards.” “But how? To enter our plane, she needs a vessel to devour that is tied to her blood. But the Raven Wolf King is too grown.” “The Raven Wolf King is not our target. Not yet. A younger vessel is our aim.” “Younger… vessel?” “There’s an unborn child of the same bloodline.” The room goes still. Irena breaks the silence. “If this is true, then that means, we won’t have to be feeding her any more children and—”

She had cat-like eyes, a button nose, full lips, pale skin, long raven-black hair, and a fierce, blazing gaze. “Who is she?” I voiced aloud without thinking. Annie turned to me. “She’s Karma. The Alpha’s half-sister.” I froze. “Half-sister? I’m confused. How—?” “We…” Annie’s words caught in her throat. POW! Karma slapped Kieran across the face. “Well, brother,” she said coolly, “I slapped her on your behalf. No one hurts your mate without receiving a little medicine.” I gasped. “She’s… the Raven. Action Queen… and Raze’s younger sister.”

“The Blood Queen.” —THE RIVAL HEIR The name fell like thunder. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “You mean… Raven’s line?” Oryn nodded. “She lives. The daughter you thought was lost. Hidden in the ice realms. Trained in shadow. Raised to burn your world down.” Ava staggered back. “She’s my cousin,” she whispered. “Or worse—my sister.” “And she’s coming for your crown.” —THE CHOICE Oryn raised his hand, summoning an orb of starlight. In it, Ava saw a battlefield drenched in blood. Her mates—dead. Her people—burning. A silver-eyed girl, cloaked in black fire, standing over a broken throne.

--- They returned to the surface under a sky pierced by stars. Elira stood at the edge of the isle, water dripping from her cloak, the Drowned Oath pulsing on her finger. Ruvan looked at her with awe. “You faced a drowned god. And lived.” Mara raised a brow. “Three relics. Four to go. You keep this up, and we’ll have to call you High Goddess instead of Queen.” Elira smiled faintly. “Not yet.” The Crimson Mage’s eyes narrowed toward the horizon. “Something stirs,” she said. “The Hollow God… felt that.”

The alpha turned his attention back to me and I nodded. “I, Alison, Queen of the Rogues and Queen of the Black Valley, accept you, Spenser, as my mate.” I grinned when he rolled his eyes at my titles. He was basically unranked at the moment! The alpha looked at him. “I, Spenser, accept you, Alison, Queen of the rogues and Queen of the Black Valley, as my mate.” Spenser winked, making me fight off laughter that was threatening to bubble out.

It was Raven; she was breaking out of her cocoon. After all the pieces of the cocoon fell off, Raven stood there in an ice blue dress made out of rose petals, a pair of golden sole less shoes strapped around her feet and calves, her black hair flowing in curls around her shoulders, and ice blue colored wings with a black finish sprouted out of her back to finish off the entire appearance. All I could think was that Raven looked gorgeous. When she finally opened her eyes she said, “My name is Raven Hunter and I will be the next fairy queen of Utopia.” When she finished I heard a rustle go through the room as all the fairies of the court bowed to the new crown princess.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

She'd begun staying in the outer edges of the packlands when she'd received a 'visit' from the former High queen's mercenaries and they had been quite quaint in their discussion, she'd come out the victor of course with just a few poisoned scratches but they'd passed on the message, she was overstaying her welcome. Despite Luciano's adamant refusal, she moved to the edge of the packs, hunted with the forbidden and made a kin out of them, they were clearly shocked as she strolled into the outworld clearing flanked on either sides by the rustic ancient Avians who had come to see her depart the plane "You mingle with our rivals" A panther shifter snarled his eyes turning a distinct yellow shade

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he