Raven Vore Novels & Stories

**Raven** The moment Eino and Venla left, I felt a strange unease settle in my chest. I hurried back home, eager to review the footage from the cameras. My mind raced with possibilities, but the first thing I did was search for my wife. Irene mentioned she was in Patricia’s room. I approached the door, my heart softening as I knocked gently and pushed it open.

Sixteen It had been a shit morning Raven thought as he parked in amongst the ever-changing array of cars under Vixen’s building. He was dodging Vice’s calls and had failed to dodge a swing from a long-term surveillance case who had cottoned on to his spying. Luckily, he was ready to wrap that one up, and had flicked the client through the required evidence whilst pressing a can of soft drink against his inflicted jaw. The crew was working, this time on a very nice vintage Porsche, dressed in overalls and face masks. No one queried his arrival or stopped him on his way to the stairwell, so he assumed the face masks didn’t hide Vixen or Shadow behind them.

Raven stood there, her Vesper queen bee aura chilling the room. Her elegant frame was tense, her eyes narrowing as they locked on me. She stepped forward, her voice low, venomous as my pulse spiked. “There’s something off about you, Rhen,” she said, her lips curling. “And I’ll prove it.”

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.

He revealed, pointing at the report on his screen. After looking at the both of us for a while, he cleared his throat to continue from where he had stopped, “Raven here was a rogue when she was brought into this pack. Her origin according to the report was that she had a lineage with the throne of the Crestwood Pack and I already confirmed that to be true.” “It's confusing,” I muttered trying to create a scenario in my head but I began to feel a splitting headache that made me hold my head as I winced in pain.

Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her I*******m… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself…

She spat out and I gulped hard with a trembling hand. Killing Raven was like saying, making the ocean run dry. That guy was deadly and scary like what I couldn't fathom. “How do I do that?” I asked her in worry. “I'll get a Vampire Poison, visit his home, and raise a false alarm about knowing about their precious Lilia, he will come over and I want you to use the opportunity to get closer to him. I would have said poison his drink or meal but we both know that Raven is not stupid.”

Raven said, tilting her head, “but I believe what I see, and I’ve seen your cut.” His lips parted. A single bead of sweat broke out along his hairline despite the cool night air. “Relax,” Raven whispered, close enough now that he caught the scent of her perfume. “I’m not here to ruin you. I just need to know where it goes. The shipments. Who’s really behind them.” Viktor hesitated, calculating. “You’re playing with fire. This isn’t club gossip.” “I know.” She let the corner of her mouth curve up, dangerous and sweet. “That’s why I’m asking you.”

This Raven woman better be good, considering Hector had threatened me to stay away from her. When Raven came on the stage, I had to avert my gaze because, my God, this Raven woman was sexy as hell. She was perfection. Raven was at least five foot nine inches tall, and I would have to say she weighed approximately around one hundred and forty pounds, and it was all muscle.

Rafe drives us away from the city where the castle resides, and away into the mountains. I didn’t even know there were mountains in Beldoore. I mean it makes sense that it would be. I haven’t see much of the nature that Beldoore has to offer, except for the bit of countryside I’ve seen around where my aunt lives. I have to admit I didn’t know what to expect, and part of me still doesn’t know what to expect. At least it seems I will have some privacy to transform and enjoy the process. Most werewolves have no problem transforming but with being a half breed, it’s not as easy. I haven’t trained in months. I’m going to be out of shape for transformin,g meaning it’s going to be slightly painful.