Raven Vore Novels & Stories

what's up. Raven; I'm baking right now, can I call you later. in a bit love Caleb; okay . I'll call you in a bit or I'll come over. Raven switches off her phone and continues baking. she is baking Vanilla cake and is still considering whether to add a red velvet as red velvet is her mums favourite. Raven bakes one more than and finally goes to watch awae. Raven is not a big fan of binge watching but she completely fell in love with awae. she remembers almost immediately that she has to text Jane . She quickly goes to her I*******m and sees a couple of messages from Jane009

"It’s a scrimmage. You guys are on edge. You’re snapping at each other. You need a way to blow off steam that doesn't involve drawing blood." "He’s right," a voice said from the tunnel. Raven walked out. She was wearing a thick Howler hoodie and leggings. She looked beautiful and dangerous. Every man in the room stopped what they were doing to watch her. The mate bond didn't just pull at us; it hummed through the arena, vibrating against the plexiglass. "A little competition is good for the soul," Raven said, hopping over the boards. She didn't have skates, but she walked across the ice with a strange, supernatural stability. "Show me what you’ve got, Cole."

he muttered under his breath before starting the engine and driving off to the location where Devon had sent his warriors and women. Raven finished signing the last of the papers and leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. He missed Brienne and their unborn child, but his responsibilities to the company and his pack kept him tied up. "What’s with the heavy sigh?" Johnson asked, looking up from his coffee. "I miss Brienne," Raven admitted, rubbing his temples. "Then go home when you’re done here," Johnson replied casually, taking another sip of his drink. "I told her you're a werewolf," Raven said suddenly, catching Johnson completely off guard. The man choked on his coffee, sputte

Melisa withdrew, and Kite entered the battle. Melisa recovered so quickly and rejoined the battle. They were both powerful individuals, but they failed to remember that Raven was and still is a Luna wolf. She had twice as many abilities as the two betas combined. Raven grew furious. She didn't fight because she believed they had misidentified her as someone else, but that doesn't seem to be the case. They had come to kill her, but why would they want her dead if she was the one being wronged? They don't want peace or to talk, so she won't give them peace either. Loudly growling, she moved in between them, knocking them both out at once.

Knocking, she went inside hearing his distinct, "Come in." "Good morning, sir," Raven greeted him as she walked towards his desk. "Good morning, Raven. Since Mr. Van Halen is away for ten days, you would be working for me. Come with me. I'll show you your workstation, " said Mr. Baker with a smile. In fact, Raven was relieved that he was so easy-going. She could let her guard down for ten days, at least. He got up and Raven followed him out of his office to a small room opposite to his. There was a small workstation on one side and two chairs and some cabinets.

On Monday Raven turned up unannounced at their gate as was his habit. Victor went to greet him at the door as Vice and Mirage were already in the pool, and watched as the lean, black-haired, sharply featured man got out of the crappy silver sedan he was driving. Raven looked rough even by his normal standards with a week’s worth of stubble on his face and shadows under his eyes, but he grinned widely, revealing a flash of strong white teeth against his olive complexion, upon seeing Victor.

A signal that Eidolon’s veil had been torn. I didn’t expect an immediate reply. But we got one. INCOMING RESPONSE RAVEN. I blinked. Raven was a name I hadn’t heard in years. She’d been a cyber-splicer during the last Phoenix Run. One of the best, until she vanished after a failed extraction in Mumbai. Most assumed she’d been ghosted. Or killed. The message was short, clipped, and encoded in her old cipher. “I saw the fire. You lit it. I’m inbound. Don’t move.”

I nodded and signalled my men, “Bring him there already.” My men nodded and dragged him to their car and drove away. Valerie Thorne’s POV: Some days later… “Why are you covered in blood?” I asked Raven in concern as I caught him walking in the dead of night with blood on his clothes. The sight was terrifying, but I was used to it after being so long watching such incidents around me. “It’s not mine, Wife,” He said as he looked up, “Why are you not asleep yet?”

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

I watch the door open, Bear, Hawk and Doc walking in and sitting. “Take a look.” I watch as Grayson holds out the box and envelope. Why is he showing them? I stare at him. “Raven’s past is coming back, it’s someone who likes to kill those she is close to. So we’re calling in everyone, if we’re not with her, we need at least three more guys watching her closely.” “You said those she is close to?” Doc looks at us and we nod. “Yes, that includes Ava, so if we’re not going to be with Ava, we need more people around her.” I won’t let Grayson pretend like Ava isn’t a target.