Raven X Robin Novels & Stories

But my heart does not like it. A muscle jumped in my jaw. “Too bad,” I muttered. “Hearts lie.” On the screen, Raven lifted her head. Her gaze moved slowly around the restaurant. At first, she looked past the camera. She looked at the door.... the tables....the lights. Then her eyes came back. And this time, she looked straight at the man holding the phone. Straight into the camera. Straight at me. My breath caught. Her eyes were dark and sharp. They locked onto the lens like she could feel it. Like she could feel me.

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Both of them were an inch shorter than the man, yet he was making himself so small that they seemed to tower over him. "Ay losers! We got it," Zak's voice rang out. "Showtime, bitches." "Light this shit up!" Blake encouraged with genuine joy in his voice. Their freedom was so close. Raven laughed. "I'd love for this to be a little more bloody, but my brothers are quite impatient," she told the man. With a swift and skilled flick of a finger, she lit a match and dropped it on the ground. The letters that Raven wrote for him littered the floor, along with the gasoline. Both exploded in a dance of flames.

As we got to the top of the stairs and along the corridor to their room, I saw Jace was already here. “That’s for joining us Jace.” He rolled his eyes and my mum growled leaving him to look at the floor. Goddess only knows why he’s so scared of her. “Open the door.” She commanded the rogues outside the door. We walked in to see Raven sat on the bed with Zach behind her, combing and drying her hair for her. When did he turn into this guy? “What do you want?” Raven growled out. “My dear daughter, I just came to show you that you are still my pumpkin, and I will have your back no matter what.”

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.

Another sharp pain as I think about those reasons when I’ve never opposed her company before. Robert pulls up a chair, making it clear he has no plan to leave soon. Resigning myself, I sit down. “I believe Raven spent time here searching for the same answers when Duncan asked it of her. Have you not spoken with her and what she found?” he cocks his head, studying me.

She held on to Ivan’s scarf and shut her eyes. Through his eyes she could make out two big burly men at the table. They were on each side of Ivan. They each had half filled cups of what was probably rum. They were playing cards. She was drawn out of her reverie by the calls of what was unmistakably ravens, she looked up at the sky. They were a few of them hovering above her head.

It cracked me up because I wasn’t expecting that. This is MAGIC from his little Raven. Will love to have a Mini Raven soon.

One of their most popular videos was playing, though its volume was at the minimum. On it, Eva and Xylo were in their mecha as the two fought against a horde of incoming giant insects. Thousands of giant armored insects with scythe-like segmented legs advanced on the two with relentless fervor. Both of the Ravens’ rifles and shoulder-mounted guns blasted into the chittering swarm and punched through their thick chitinous hides. Bullets pierced through, and their mostly-liquid innards flew out behind them. And although they tore through countless insects, the damage they did hardly mattered. Or rather, all they did was slow down the tide.

But then I remembered the mascara stained tears on my face which must have given me away and I aggressively began to wipe them off even though I knew my face was only becoming more of a mess. “I asked a question and I hate repeating myself so give me an answer before I blow your brains out” he said, his voice still calm while he drilled holes through them with blazing eyes and I saw one guard swallowing in fear. It was satisfying to see them scared and I wondered just how ruthless this Mr Rover was to make them look this terrified. They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over t