Raven Vore Novels & Stories

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha. While Liliana’s hair is silvery white with eyes that are pale blue and white near the center, her aura radiates her powerful Lycan Healer abilities. “Daddy she’s here!” Liliana calls out with a look of relief flooding her like she is glad to see her sister’s ok. “Liliana, get back!” Rebecca snarls while running beside Gideon as I carry Raven outside into the snow finding Liliana’s lack of fear very amusing. “Raven, what are you doing where have you been, it’s morning?” Gideon panics taking her from my arms possessively as I rub her back trying to keep her calm.

One of the vampires had to have some, but would they give it to me? Then, I heard a tutting from behind me. “Rule one of plotting murder,” Raven said. “Don’t, especially if you’re doomed to fail. The second is don’t be so obvious about it.” I turned to look at her. She looked like she’d just taken a shower. Her eyes glowed with a soft red light. She was wearing another pair of tight leather pants and a camisole shirt under an embellished black corset. She looked as if she had rested and her eyes had a soft glow to them.

No one knows who Raven is, and the fact that she was known as the killing machine made people in the assassin community assumed her to be a man. Who would have thought that he would be a she? "Now, Raven. Let me introduce you to your new team. This guy with dark blue hair will be responsible behind the scenes. He specializes in computers, and he'll be a very great help when tracking and looking for escape routes." Mr. Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black.

"I am Raven, daughter of Chandra and Arlen." The leader nodded solemnly and took a step closer. "I am Victor, the head druid of our territory. I took over after your father’s death. Upon his passing, he promised me your hand in marriage as a way to unite wolves and druids. I’m here to make good on that promise." Raven’s heart clenched at his words, and Damien’s protective instincts exploded into action. With a ferocious growl, he stepped in front of her, his body a wall of fury. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

And Raven, that bastard had his hand wrapped around Aria's throat, his eyes blazing with possession and fury. "She was NEVER yours!" The words tore from my throat as I shifted mid-run. Kael hit the ground already moving, a silver-gray blur of lethal intent. Raven spun toward us, his eyes widening in shock for just a moment before his massive black wolf, Veyra surged forward to meet us. We collided in midair, fangs and claws tearing, snarling. Veyra was strong, faster than I'd expected. But he'd made one critical mistake. He had threatened my mate.

I cleared my throat. "I am Raven Volkov and this is my marked mate Noah Brinx," I said and heard the murmurings get noisy. "Both your families are well known in several cryptid circles, you're both like Royalty, but don't expect me to bow. I don't do that, " she said sternly. I nodded hoping that she could see it in the dark.

“Mind link? Like you guys can talk to one another telepathically?” He nods. “Yes, we can. But that’s beside the point, Arya. You need to know about Raven. He’s a wanted wolf from a pack in the South; his Alpha has been looking for him after he murdered six women in the pack two and a half months ago and fled.” “What?!” I exclaim, and he clamps a hand over my mouth. “I can’t go up there now, knowing that!”

“Mind link? Like you guys can talk to one another telepathically?” He nods. “Yes, we can. But that’s beside the point, Arya. You need to know about Raven. He’s a wanted wolf from a pack in the South; his Alpha has been looking for him after he murdered six women in the pack two and a half months ago and fled.” “What?!” I exclaim, and he clamps a hand over my mouth. “I can’t go up there now, knowing that!”

If there wasn’t, she would carve one with her bare hands. A low groan came from the far side of the room. Joran turned towards it, but before he could react, a sharp sound of glass slicing through flesh rang through the air. He gasped, clutching his throat, blood spilling through his fingers as he collapsed onto his knees. “Damn it!” I cursed, stepping back just in time to see a shadow dart from the corner of the room. Raven. She was moving too fast for someone who had been brutalized the night before. Blood dripped from her, but her movements were precise, fueled by pure rage. A shard of broken glass glistened in her hand, its edges painted red.