Raven Spell Novels & Stories

She looks exhausted. Mom is leaning over her shoulder, pointing at a page. “This one is a basic cleansing spell. It clears negative energy and stabilizes your aura. You’ll need it before you attempt anything more advanced.” Raven nods, rubbing her temples. “Okay. And the potion?” “That’s a focus draught,” Mom says. “It sharpens your senses. Helps you channel magic without overwhelming yourself.” Raven sighs. “There’s so much. I don’t know how I’m supposed to learn all this fast enough.”

"Kane, I didn't ask for this. All I wanted to do was research my parents. "And you will," he stated firmly. However, you are now a part of something far larger. You must be prepared for what lies ahead. A mysterious lady stood over a cauldron in a far, black woodland, her hands casting complex spells into the air. The renegade witch Raven hesitated, her head jerking up as though she had heard something. She narrowed her eyes and screamed, "No." "That isn't possible." She reached out with her magic and closed her eyes. Her greatest concerns were validated by the energy rush she experienced.

Once Aspen was on the same ground level as Raven and Lance, Alpha Lance walked to Aspen, who was trying to get up and made sure she remained on the ground. Then, Raven started to chant the spell, her voice filled with determination and vigour. Soon, the ground shook, and Aspen began to feel something move in her soul. Her limbs felt like they could break into pieces, her heart pounded in a way she could not fight. Her eyes felt heavier as seconds went by, and soon, her entire body became light, and it seemed she was levitating. Raven stopped voicing the spell, and Aspen helplessly listened as the woman ordered Lance to pour Kailin’s blood on Aspen’s head.

If he could stay close enough to her, eventually he would catch up, and if he was lucky, he could grab ahold of her long enough to say the incantation that would send her to Hell. Rider rematerialized atop a large building and saw Raven in the distance. She’d dropped her cloak, and as she began to run, he chased after her. She still had her scythe in her hand, though she’d collapsed it into the size of a magic wand, and now that she wore a black cat suit, instead of the bulky cloak, she was much more agile. She couldn’t outrun him, though. She had to know that. What was she trying to do?

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

As the energy begins to build in the area, I notice the ground surrounding us is glowing red and white like when we restrained Jonathan. ‘Raven’s using too much power, she needs to pull back or she’ll hurt herself,’ Clover looks at me with a worried expression, and my heart races as I focus on Raven, feeling for her. ‘Thank you, Clover,’ I whisper, focusing on what we need to do to change the wolves into lycans, before turning my attention to Raven. I shake my head feeling how much power she’s putting behind this moment, knowing it will be too much. She has never had good control and always goes overboard, but his time she is risking herself, and her three pups.

My footsteps echoed over the black marble. Raven was there. Her face unchanged from when I last saw her. She stood atop the throne dais, cloak fluttering around her like shadow made silk. Her eyes gleamed red in the gloom. “Moon girl,” she said with a cruel smile, unable to hide the expression of surprise from here face. “When will you understand that you can’t beat me. I feed off your spells, your magic, your fire. When you overloaded me with energy last, I changed into a raven and flew away to work on myself and now… there’s no overloading of power that’s going to work. I can siphon your magic faster than you can generate. So are you ready to die now? I won’t spare you this time. Our partn

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.

Raven entered, carrying a tray of healing salves, but she froze in the doorway when she saw the look on our faces. ​"Something happened," she said. It wasn't a question. ​"Sit down, Raven," I commanded. "You need to hear this, too." ​I told them everything—Ysolde, Malakor, the ritual on the stone altar, the contract binding the lifespan of a King to the bloodline power of a witch. Raven listened, her face turning paler with every sentence.