Raven Vore Novels & Stories

The days leading up to our final encounter with The Raven were filled with a mixture of anxiety and determination. In the Isabella Voss look, we got a valuable insight into The Raven’s trap, but it still felt like chasing a shadow. The deeper we dug, the denser and more dangerous the wings became.

"What's wrong?" Raven drew in a much needed breath and waved her hand. "Nothing. Let's eat. Thanks for picking this up. I was going over my notes for my two o'clock." A new artist on the scene named Vincent Soreno had contacted Elements out of nowhere and wanted to set up a meeting. Raven had Googled him and came across an amateurish website where he claimed to be a photographer for hire. Weddings mostly. They didn't do that kind of thing, but she'd give him a chance to show his stuff if he had anything worth viewing. His site said he was from the east coast in the lower forty-eight and a recent Alaskan transplant. Something about him rubbed her the wrong way, but damn if she could place wha

Raven was certain something far darker lay beneath it all, and he decided to find out for himself. Raven’s car screeched to a stop in front of Varkon’s house. Without hesitation, he strode to the front door and slammed his fist against it again and again. The door nearly came off its hinges before it finally swung open. Raven’s gaze locked with Alpha Varkon’s. He stepped inside without waiting for permission, forcing the older man back several steps. Raven was taller and broader, his body looming over Varkon in an unmistakable display of dominance. He let his alpha aura pour out freely, crushing the air around them.

Raven would go out for a few hours, then return only to drown herself in liquor. "Zelena Martinez is back, Caddel is back, Yoel is back. You know who else will be back?" Raven suddenly asked, drawing his attention to her. "Excuse me? They are back and I had no idea?" He asked in horror, the rate of his heartbeat tripling. Raven cast a conceding look at him. "You stay in New Jersey but you know practically nothing. Sometimes I wonder what you're good at other than taking care of your vampires."

Raven waved dismissively as she left the office to head to her room. An hour later, Raven was walking the streets of the city, looking for any danger. She wore tight black pants, with boots, with knives, and a red crop top, with a leather jacket. The back of her jacket housed stakes, liquid silver, and some holy water. It was nearly one in the morning when she heard screaming. Raven took off running to the sound, she stopped in front of a dark alleyway, not too far from her own traumatic event. There was a man with a young woman pressed against the wall, as she struggled against his grip, his hand over her mouth as his mouth was clamped on her neck. Raven started running down the alley to th

Raven replied in a meek voice, her hands trembling in nervousness. She had never attracted attention as huge as this in her entire life. As an introvert, she naturally felt uncomfortable to be under the spotlight. Besides, she had never even met the Luna and Alpha personally before even though they are her best friend’s boyfriend’s parents. “Raven Stein, it is a perfect name for a Luna.” Raven raised her head at them with her eyes wide. Although she is Lorcan’s mate and technically the future Luna of the Moonvalley Pack, there’s no way that Lorcan’s parents would accept her for that position and for their son.

Raven's POV Her name was Sable. She introduced herself on a Wednesday in the second week by sitting down next to me in the campus library without asking if the seat was taken and saying, "You are Raven Valkhor?" I looked at her and said, "Yes." I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and shifted slightly in my seat before looking back at her. "I know who you are," she said. "My older brother is a Valkhor pack member. He followed the council case closely and told me everything."

Vesper sat alone in a niche, a shredded glass in his hand, and observed the few guests with bored precision. When Raven sat at her table, not even a muscle in her face. “Carter,” she said, and her voice was a dark, velvety whistle. ‘I have belongs, there was a thunderstorm in sector seven. And where it flashes, you are usually the one who triggers the strike.’ “The Anderswelt bleeds, Vesper,” said Raven, leaning so close that he could perceive sharp smell of ozone on its skin. “Everyone builds

“I want immunity.” I scoffed. “You attacked my mate with chemical weapons. You’re not getting immunity.” “Do you want to know who I work for or not?” Raven challenged. Darren held up a hand, silencing us both. “Start talking. Then we’ll discuss terms.” Raven seemed to consider this, then shrugged. “Fine. I work for the humans.” The room went still. Even Darren, despite his calm facade, stiffened in his chair. “Which humans?” he finally asked, his voice low.

The Riders were legends in between half myth, half nightmare. The lead bike stopped a few feet away. Its rider swung a boot to the ground, pulling off his helmet. Dark hair spilled free. Steel-gray eyes glinted cold under the moon. A scar carved on his right brow, stark against tanned skin. Axel Voss. Alpha of the Moonburn Riders. Raven’s stomach dropped. Every warning she’d ever heard about him whispered through her mind. Ruthless. Unstoppable. Dangerous. But none of that mattered. Because the second his eyes locked on hers, the wolf inside Raven went still, whispering one word in a voice that shook her bones.