Novel & Cerita Raven Queen From Ever After High

Or at least, I had to pretend to be. The gates of Ravenlake Academy rose ahead of me like black iron teeth. They were huge, locked, and enchanted to keep outsiders away. But I was not an outsider anymore, because I had forged my brother’s papers, his uniform, and even cut my hair to match his. My chest was bound so tight I could hardly breathe. My voice was rough from practicing his deeper tone until my throat burned. I had rubbed dirt on my skin to dull the softness of it because if anyone here saw even the smallest hint that I was a girl, I would be finished.

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The thing is, the coven learned that she was an omega in her pack and refused to approve her as a queen if she couldn't complete the ritual. I knew it wasn't safe, yet I sent her there. Only two were forced to swim in the holy waters of the werewolf queen and got rejected. The first one was Mery, and I was told that she was rejected before having Alan, and the second was my mate. The moment she started swimming, the water froze, creating a thin yet solid barrier that kept her from leaving the water. I tried directing all of my abilities at it. Then I tried to break the icy water.

I said and I meant it. “Maybe one of these days, when you visit the palace again, I will be magnanimous enough to give you a book that chronicles their love story. Queen Raven was born an Omega,” the king said. “What? An Omega. How did she then become the queen?” I asked. “The thing is, she wasn't an Omega, but she had to be an Omega to be kept safe,” the king answered, but I didn't understand what he said. Delvin called the attention of the king to something and I kept my gaze on Queen Raven's beautiful picture.

“Now, Mira, be a good pet. Crawl to me and put your mouth to use. Show them what you do best.” His words left me hollow and heavy. My limbs turned to stone as the world tilted and faded into a grey, muffled blur. Shock finally shattered what little strength I had left, leaving me trembling and nearly blind. “I said crawl,” Draven’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls like a death sentence. I closed my eyes, growing weaker and weaker. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The infamous Dragon Queen. The future Lycan and Werewolf Queen. The woman gifted with magic powers.

“The High Court knows you returned. The king will strike before nightfall.” Elara’s lips curved. “Let him come. I’ll give him war.” The ground cracked again. From behind them, the Rift glowed, humming with unleashed magic. It had followed her. It wasn’t done. Suddenly, the sky tore open again—this time, not with thunder, but with wings. A fleet of obsidian ravens erupted from the clouds, their beaks shimmering like blades. At the front of the flock rode a woman clad in silver fire—the Witch Queen of the North, Elara’s aunt, long thought dead.

I instantly liked her face, it was petite and the round eyeglasses fit her face perfectly just like the smile she adorned. “Welcome,” I replied her, matching her smile. “Let's start from a clean slate, shall we.” I narrowed my eyes at her. She chuckled, “My name is Raven, I am from the Midnight Hunters pack, and I am the alpha's daughter. I am a creative writer and a poet.” She stretched forth her right hand for a shake. I took the small hands in mine, 'like her hands are any smaller than yours,’ my mind mocked me. I paid no attention to it. “My name is Ariel and there is nothing much about me. I am Elijah's mate as you must know already.” I shook her hand firmly.

"Your Highness, I searched everywhere. But I cannot find any herb to cure our queen. Her condition is stable for now, but we don't know what that slave girl has used to poison, her highness. Our prince has her under his control. But she refused to reveal the truth" a healer shared with the Raven king, Cadmus Raven. Cadmus is restless. His wife and his queen Irina, who is a good soul was attacked when she was coming from a party hosted by the Nester Clan dragons. The Nester Clan are the grey dragons.

“I need to find my wolf. If you hurt me or try to stop me, my fiancé will kill you all. He’s the king. Adrian Draven.” The second I said his name, the circle erupted…angry howls, furious growls, teeth bared. The sound hit me like a wave, making my knees weak as I staggered back. A man stepped forward from the circle. Naked. Tall, muscled, covered in dirt and scars. Human one second, but I knew he could shift in a blink. “Repeat that,” he said, voice rough and cold. I puffed out my chest, trying to look brave. “You heard me. I’m the soon-to-be queen of the central kingdom. Kira Summers… I mean, Arabella Ravaryn. I know Victoria put you up for this, so drop it!”

She wasn't thrilled that my mate was a Knight, but she also knew I wouldn't back down from being with you, and if a war was the only way then so be it,” I said softly. ”She would do anything for me,” I said. ”What if she gets hurt?” Amber asked me. I laughed, thinking that she was joking but as I looked around at their confused faces I realized they didn't know. I wondered if anyone knew. I drew down my brows and looked up at them through my lashes. ”Raven can't be killed,” I said softly. None of them spoke, all in their own state of shock. ”Raven is a descendant of the first-ever vampire. With time, they have grown stronger and more powerful. Raven holds more power than any of those before