Raven Vore Novels & Stories

I stated every word clearly. "Raven , he is protected by twenty professional guards . Nobody. Not even his own family could be around him without his guards . This snake doesn't trust anyone . If you want to attack him you need to do it using your brain . " he justified. I sighed in frustration . Biting down my lips harshly. This sly fox . I wish I could just rip off his throat right now . "Okay . What do you get ?" I asked. "This ." He said, handing me another file .

The power surges through them, and through me, and with a single motion of my hand, I send them forward, all of them, straight at the Crone. The first raven hits her shoulder with the force of a blade, slicing enough to make her scream in agony. But as the second raven comes close, she is able to jerk aside to avoid it and get to her feet. The third cuts across her arm, tearing through flesh right at the elbow, and she snarls, stumbling back. The fourth she manages to dodge, but the fifth slashes her ribs, leaving a deep, bleeding line that shows bones. She screams and stumbles back, unable to hold herself up, clutching her wound.

"Raven is Dr. Helena Park. Neuroscientist. Worked on memory modification programs. Disappeared after the Circle's fall. Presumed dead but clearly isn't." "And Wolf?" Viktor hesitated. "Wolf is... complicated. No one's seen their face. No verified intel. But word is they're enhanced. Military-grade modifications. Circle's last black-ops project before everything collapsed. A ghost that makes ghosts." "Weaknesses?" Luna asked. "Serpent loves his daughter. She's his blind spot. Raven is obsessed with legacy. Wants her research to matter more than she wants anything else. Wolf..." Viktor shrugged. "Wolf is a cipher. Unknown. Unstoppable, by reputation."

It is the physical manifestation of compromise. Raven was currently perched on the northern wall of the Hub, twenty feet above the frozen ground. He was working with Kael, the lead scout from Oakhaven, who had come down with the timber. Between them lay the first massive cedar tie-beam, its scent so potent it made Raven’s eyes water.

[The cave arena] ~Raven’s Design Shop~ The designer of the Vampire Clan, Raven is shown. She is scavenging for items for her designing, only to find none of the essentials. “Where are the dress furs?” she asked her co-attendant who suddenly shivers knowing she forgot to buy them. “I’m sorry, ma’am Raven! There were so many customers today and I didn’t restock.” She was down on her knees, in a pleading expression. The co-attendant was aware of how productive and diligent she liked her workers being.

Raven knocked. The door opened a crack. A woman's face appeared in the gap. Old. Wrinkled. Tired. Her eyes were sharp, assessing. "Yes?" "Yelena Petrov?" "Who is asking?" "My name is Raven Wolfe. I need to talk to you about the Vlad family." The woman's face went pale. She tried to close the door. Raven wedged her foot in the gap. "Please. I just want to talk." "I have nothing to say."

She couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice. “Exactly that,” Raven explains, a certain edge coating her voice. She pulls her gaze from Sadie and fixes it on us. “You thought that it was a curse that was eating this pack, but it’s something else.” Rubbing my temples, I try to ease the migraine that had worsened because of whatever voodoo shit Raven did to me. For the hundredth time, I curse this day. It keeps getting worse instead of better. It’s getting on my fucking nerves.

“The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.” All of them mulled over Eva’s words for a few moments before Doreth chipped in her thoughts. “Let’s add a little Drogar flair to your Ravens,” she said. “We’ve got a similar bird - Ventrii Stalkers. They’re these hunter/fishers that’re smaller and less aggressive than Avicii Raptors, but definitely smarter and way more agile.” “Oh, good pick,” added Severas. “Most birds on the planet are in constant conflict with each other. The war co

Mine is dying, not slowly, but fast. Raven paused for a few seconds, her gaze fixated on the shot glass in front of her . "No one should here this, not in this manner," she said, looking back up at me. "Exactly, Raven," I said, grabbing her shoulder. "But if it dies finally, no one would be able to hide it--" "Let's be positive, Rowen. First off, your wolf wont die. Second--"

"We are dealing with more than just any vampire. This one is skilled in the black arts and the use of herbs and power stones. I know what he has done and how he is doing it." Enoch pulled Raven tightly against him, his black eyes hard with mental strain. Raven blinked, looked around her, seemed surprised to find herself in the rain. Her hand went to her temple in a gesture of pain. "Stop staring at me. I feel like some kind of freak show." She sounded hurt, hid her face on Enoch’s chest.