Raven X Starfire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hunter 2 (curious): “What of the mist-marked wolves? The old silver blood?” Vegas: “If they answer his call, they are traitors too. Mark them. End them. Let the Umbra die in darkness.” Aldren (fingering his dagger): “And bring me his heart. I want to see if it still burns.” Fire Beneath the Stars Open forest, far from the palace. Xavier and Ceres ride hard into the night, fire trailing from the black steed’s hooves. They reach a clearing. The stars blaze above. Ceres sways in the saddle.

“She thinks she’s holding the leash.” “And if she isn’t?” Jaxon’s expression darkened. “Then the leash is around her throat, and she hasn’t realized it yet.” Lightning cracked across the sky, briefly illuminating the water below, black, endless, unforgiving. Raven turned to him, voice barely a whisper. “You’ll burn yourself alive to kill them.” He reached out, brushing his thumb across her cheek, streaking away a smear of ash. “If the fire takes me,” he said, “it’ll take them first.”

Raven's voice shudders, she stares ahead while grabbing my hand and lacing her fingers with mine. "We will get through this together." Dad drapes his arm across both Raven and I before looking to Vaari, who nods. We stand together listening to Helena sing, Draig flies around above us in beautiful acrobatic movements that match her song. After a while Vaari and Dad move closer to the pyre as they speak, Raven moves to her mates and I stand staring at the fire, wishing she would come back.

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.

Raven, blinded by his rage, sharpening his knives and setting fire to his own empire in the name of revenge. It was all so… predictable. She leaned against the railing, silk robe fluttering in the breeze, Tomas beside her with updates glowing on his tablet. “Darren thinks you’ve saved him,” Tomas murmured. Krystal’s lips curved. “Good. The deeper he believes that, the harder he’ll fall when I decide to let go.” “And Raven?” Her smile sharpened. “Raven’s already burning. All I have to do is feed him a little more fuel.” She sipped her wine, eyes glittering against the Manhattan skyline.

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.

RAVEN When I see the sword cut through Rafe’s rear leg, I jump down from the rock and rush toward him. My wolf surges forth, aiding my speed, a desperate attempt to get to him. My eyes stray from the witch and the sword in her hand, to see Rafe faltering on the ground, growing slow in his movements until he’s flipped on his back, watching helplessly as the witch comes for him. I am focused on Rafe that I almost miss the wolf coming at me from the side. Not breaking my stride, I stretch out my arm and shoot a fireball at the attacker. Not bothering to see if they’re down, I leave them for someone else to finish.

"I'm sorry our first time together got interrupted. But I promise you, Raven—when this is over, when you're safe, I'm going to finish what we started." The promise in his voice sent heat spiraling through her, even as fear for their future gnawed at her heart. They were about to go on the run together, fugitives from a war that seemed to escalate with every move they made. But as she watched Jax prepare for their escape, his movements efficient and deadly, she realized she'd rather face the unknown with him than be safe anywhere else. The war between the Saints and Diamondbacks had become personal. And Raven was no longer just a pawn in the game—she was the prize both sides were willing to k

Her eyes locked to mine. “I can’t hold it,” she gasped. “Then let me.” I pressed my forehead to hers. Let the fire swallow me. And in the burning— She found balance. The flame stilled. And we both fell. But I caught her before the ground did. She looked at me. And for the first time since she crowned herself in defiance— She cried. That was when the message came. A raven. Again. But this one bled ink. On its feathers, a mark.

Raven’s POV I felt the burn again. My skin is searing, the heat crawling through every inch of me like fire licking at my insides. I tried to move, but my body was trapped in the fire, locked in place. My vision swam—shadows and light blending together, dark edges forming in the corners of my mind. It was too much. Too much to bear. “Raven?” Rowan’s voice was distant, but I could hear the worry in it, pulling at me. His hand on my forehead felt cold against the heat radiating from me. “Hold on, Raven. Stay with me.”