Raven Spell Novels & Stories

Not enough to draw attention. Livia leans in close to the raven, voice barely a whisper. The words are wrong—not Silverpine, but something older, rounder. Southern pack-speech. Then, woven through, the singsong cadence of spell-casting—witch-words, forbidden here but familiar in my marrow. The sound curls around the trees, wrapping the world tight. The raven croaks, the note harsh and uncanny, and the hairs on my arms stand up. For an instant, I swear I see something flicker in the bird’s eyes—red, molten, hungry.

Raven had asked for this time — just her, the floating violet orbs, and the new power humming beneath her skin. She closed her eyes and reached. The cold place answered instantly, sharp and obedient as always. But now it was layered with something wilder — Morrígan’s touch. A fierce, ancient current that tasted of battlefields and crow wings. Raven raised one hand. A single raven made of pure shadow materialized on her forearm. It was solid, detailed, its eyes glowing faint violet. When she willed it, the raven launched into the air, circled the chamber once, then split into three identical birds that flew in perfect formation before dissolving back into smoke at her command.

In fact, as I looked closer at the faces staring back at me, a cold realization settled into my chest. A young man leaning against a well had a deep, jagged silver scar cutting right across his throat. It was the telltale mark of a severed vocal cord or a ruptured wolf spirit. An older woman sitting on a porch was weaving blankets, her eyes milky and blind, but she didn't look nearly as alert as a pack elder typically would. There were kids running around, but their movements lacked that wild, hyper-energetic bounce that young pups usually had before their first shift. "Everyone!" Rayna called out, her small voice ringing clear across the quiet square. She stepped out in front of Edith, poin

“No one’s coming to save you!” I growled low, scanning the room, trying to think. How could I save them? I was still new to this magic—my wolf’s power was growing, but I didn’t know how to wield it fully yet. “Think!” Whitney urged. “What about the spell you read in the Book of Ravens?” The memory flashed in my mind—the summoning spell for the true Heir of Raven. But it was dangerous. If I chanted it too many times, it could kill me.

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

I muttered softly. The bird seemed to raise his head and look straight into my eyes. I wasn't sure if he would hear my thoughts, but I couldn't risk saying the words out loud. I concentrated as much as I could, trying to explain my command. When I finished, the bird flew off the windowsill. I didn't know if the spell worked or not… I prayed that it worked, and that the ravens would help me. Suddenly, the door opened. Thomas looked me up and down and called harshly, "Your time is up. Time to go!"

Kitty said, "So there was an active ban on this spell. The Coven has that kind of power." "They cannot destroy the spell, but they made it so rare that it became a legend." Kitty nodded: "But they let the spell out of the prison when they were at the edge of extinction, and they used it on their enemy to control them, and they put it in their blood." "We can't just lift the spell, even if we can somehow get the ring." Erebus said after thinking for a while. "I intend to agree." Kitty nodded, "There would be too many problems."

“We can’t destroy Raven—not yet.” Kael tensed. “What do you mean?” “We’ve been going about this the wrong way,” I explained. “Raven’s power isn’t just his own. He’s bound to something ancient. A dark spirit. That’s what fuels him, what keeps him coming back stronger each time we defeat him.” Understanding flickered in my mother’s eyes. “The dark spirit…” she murmured. I nodded. “If we try to kill Raven without severing that connection first, he’ll just keep resurrecting. We have to destroy the dark spirit before we can take him down for good.”

“Gabriel’s plans have gone too far. He’s lost sight of everything, blinded by power. I may be many things, but I won’t stand by and watch him destroy Silverwood Falls.” Nathanial and I exchanged a glance, both of us wary but hopeful. We needed all the help we could get. “What do you know about the spell he’s trying to complete?” I asked. Marcus led us down a series of winding passages, his voice low and urgent. “The spell Gabriel seeks to cast is ancient, one that binds the very essence of werewolves to his will. With it, he can control them completely, using their power for his own ends. But the ritual requires a significant sacrifice—Gabriel needs the blood of a chosen one to complete it.”

Avery looks around quickly, seeing what we’ve done and nods. “Have you ever done this spell?” she asks me. “No,” I tell her. I know the spell, but I’ve never even seen it performed. “May I help you?” she asks me. “Yes, please.” “You know it has to be you. You are the one bonded to him, but that also means your sister and brother can help. It will boost the spell,” she says as she looks at the boiling salve. “I can help as well,” a man with a foreign accent says looking at me.