Novel & Cerita Raven X Robin

Vixen replied. “He must have been a good boy,” Raven commented under his breath, and exchanged a smirk with Shadow like naughty schoolboys. Raven hunched his shoulders, flushing, when he caught Vice watching him. “Shadow is Vixen’s sub,” he muttered. Vice met Victor’s eyes, obviously thinking the same thing as Victor. This was getting interesting. They had known Raven for over ten years, and he had spoken to them both about his parents and upbringing, so they understood Raven’s complex relationship with his sexuality, and had been waiting for him to come out for almost as long as they had known him.

Raven felt the pulse of their magic claw at her mind, but she held fast, grounding herself with the bond she shared with the guardians. Axel moved beside her, a blur of lethal precision. Every strike he made was calculated, yet always protective of those around him. He was a force of nature in his own right, and Raven felt the surge of adrenaline and fear for him, for the Riders, for herself. She could not fail.

"Raven..." "You've been my mate." "My best friend." "My home." "But now..." He smiled. "I'd like you to be my wife too." Raven covered her mouth, tears spilling freely. There wasn't a single hesitation. She threw herself into his arms. "Yes." She laughed. "Of course yes." The courtyard erupted. Howls filled the valley. Cheers echoed from every tower. Shadow howled inside her soul. Nightfire danced joyfully. The Storm answered. That evening, beneath a sky full of stars, Raven and Ragnar stood surrounded by their family.

Raven announces, picking up Roan to join her brother, so she has as twin cradled in each arm. “I’ll be out soon, if you guys need anything let Thane know. We have a room set up down the hall for you,” I mention, walking over to hug her before she leaves the room. “You know me, I’m not afraid to boss Thane around. I appreciate you having a room ready for us, once the ceremony is done I’m gonna need to lay these two down,” Raven giggles with a wink, clearly liking the idea of bossing Thane around again.

Raven whispered, steady, her voice carrying the weight of a vow she would never break. Jaxon’s eyes softened just a fraction, the storm within him momentarily held at bay by the truth they shared. The phone buzzed again. Another unknown number. Raven’s stomach sank as she watched Jaxon answer. “Tell me, little sin,” Zane’s voice hissed through the line. “Are you his partner? Or his prisoner?” Raven’s fingers tightened around Jaxon’s, no hesitation, no doubt. She was neither; she was his partner, and together, they would face the shadows closing in.

"What have you done to him!" Raven growled in fury as he dashed forward. Iron was taken aback when Raven made his appearance. Obviously, he wasn't expecting Raven to still be alive. But he quickly adjusted himself as he rose his hands: "I have brought all the 13 packs around here to get rid of poisonous cancer that is the doom of our society. These rogues can by no means exist any longer!" Raven glared at Iron in anger, the flames that rose inside him was burning so bad that his whole body was shaking. It was then for the first time did Raven understand what Knight meant by "it hurts to see your mate get hurt".

Raven Six years later…. I scrubbed the bartop as a couple left for the night. It was a busy Friday night at my restaurant, and pride swelled in me as another duo of rogues came and took the spots the couple had vacated. “Evening Raven,” one of them said. “The usual for us, if you would!” “Always a pleasure Ryan,” I said as I poured their beers. “Anything from the kitchen?” “Give us a minute love, we just got here!” the other, Paul, teased.

“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 suddenly look up and notice that we’re surrounded by twice as many birds as before. My sudden anger is filled with fear. “Oh no…” I whisper. “What?” Raphael looks up. “They’re definitely planning to attack us,” I mutter. He looks at me with surprise and then begins to laugh. “Ravens don’t attack.” “Oh yes, they do! And you can’t make me think otherwise. They attacked me once.” He laughs even more now. I stare at him, not knowing I was a damn comedian. His laughter comes to a stop. “You do know that in the wild, ravens have a special relationship with wolves, right? They tend to be friends.” He looks up. “Ravens and wolves are really smart creatures.”

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.