Raven X Starfire Fanart Novels & Stories

That leads to the desertification of some areas and seclusion of areas. The Paragons were very much closer and lovable. Just the way people loved and preferred summer to winter, In that same manner, people loved them and admired them. Some things happened and some things led to another. If you remembered, I narrated earlier that the Paragons had or were having unidentifiable connections with one another. Ekaris knew of the relationship between Bruno and Michelle and likewise, Clinton knew of that between Ekaris and Ella. Look at what happened…….

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

This time it was a different voice—female, older, carrying the particular cadence of someone used to managing complicated situations. "Dr. Sterling." Not a question. "I'm Elara. I represent the Starborn Council. We need to discuss what you actually are." Raven's grip on the phone tightened. "I'm human." "You're not," Elara replied calmly. "You're a dormant Starborn who's been suppressing her consciousness for seven years. And the man currently dying outside your location is an alpha who bonded with you before you fully suppressed your identity. Which means his survival depends on your cooperation whether you like it or not."

The Sanguis Draconis glows between them like a heartbeat made of sunrise and midnight. The others wait (Lucian’s wings twitching, Seras’s flames banked low, Jax and Li shoulder-to-shoulder like they’ve been pack forever, Elowen staring at the ash of her last truth like it might still bite). Coyote watches me with those dying-star eyes. Raven’s galaxies swirl more slowly. Even Death leans forward, gauze rustling like dry leaves. I flip my card. It isn’t blank anymore.

I watched as he walked towards the office before turning towards the parking lot smiling to myself when I saw Scarlet waiting by my truck. "WHAT HAPPENED!" Her squealing voice hit my ear before I could even reach my truck. A quick shh signal and she was bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting for me to fill her in as I quickly yanked open my truck, shocked to see my book bag sitting in the seat. "I have your notes from class Rouge but seriouly where did Mr. Sexy take you? Did you shift? Is he claiming you for his pack??" I loved Scarelt but sometimes she could be a bit impaitent. "Mr. Sexy's name is Wayne, no I didn't shift but he knows I can. To be honest I feel like maybe he is but I'm n

Raven tilted her head like she was listening to something none of us could hear. “Under everything,” she said. “Still trying to reconnect. Still waiting for me.” Marek’s expression tightened. “That’s not what it was,” he said carefully. Raven looked at him and this time there was no confusion in her eyes. “It is,” she said quietly. “It’s not a god. It’s not fate.” Her hand lifted slightly and silver fire gathered without hesitation. “It’s a containment system that turned into a parasite after the kingdom broke it by accident and kept feeding it fear for centuries.”

Raven left to Rebecca's Compound alone where she met Shawn painting as usual. The man always seemed carefree and seemed to only have time for his drawings. She walked closer to him and took a glance at the drawing. It was a bloody scene with lots of dead bodies and a darkened sky. Something about it made her shiver. "Don't you ever get tired of painting? And this is the most disturbing I've ever seen you paint." She said but Shawn refused to give her his attention.

“Executioner.” Ragnar staggered to Raven’s side, his hand gripping her arm, grounding her. “This is it. All of us, together.” Raven nodded, her fire steadying as Shadow pressed against her heart. Her gaze locked on Selene, who hovered above them, monstrous and radiant in her corruption. Flame. Storm. Fang. Blade. They would not bow. “Now,” Raven whispered, silver fire erupting from her skin as she launched skyward, her claws burning brighter than ever.

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

“Fire doesn’t stop once it starts feeding.” Suddenly, Riven was there, grabbing my hand, his mark pressed against mine. “Let me take some of it,” he gritted out. “Like before. Don’t fight me.” I shook my head. “It’ll kill you—” “Then we burn together,” he snarled. The fire surged between us, dark and golden, and I felt it split, half pouring into Riven, half searing into me. We both screamed, the bond between us twisting like it was alive.