Raven X Starfire Novels & Stories

He ranted, standing next to me protectively. “There would be no need for you to be rogues”. Wayne chimed in as he stood up and looked at my father and me. “Lundberg would be lucky to have you. A respected palace guard, a hardworking mother and two nightwolves! You’ll always be welcome to have a home in my pack”. He stated, as he then looked at Addison and shook his head with perplexity. “And just for the record, Luna Addison. Raven was the one that fought off all of Zach’s men and got Leo and everyone else out of those cells. She alone, brought them all back here, putting her own life and health at risk! When she got here, she could barely stand, speak or see. You should be thanking her, rat

“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.”

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

That will change now. She approaches Raven, who is whimpering, trying to move, and puts her hand on his head and says: - Obliviscitur – (forgets). She releases Raven and orders Gary to shift back. In Gary's Mind, a wolf without any conscience, with a blank mind, looks around, curls up and falls asleep. Zog flies through the forest and sees something that catches his eye. Using his vision, he can see that it is a group of men sitting around a fire. Energy was noticed under something near them. Maybe a prisioner.

Raven grabbed the threads but before he could tighten them, Ezra’s aura brutally charged across the green threads like flame on gasoline, scorching the mana threads with an uncontainable intensity. “Damn it, Ezra,” Raven flinched, withdrawing his burnt fingers for a few seconds before he reached for another set of threads, only to have them incinerated once more. It was like trying to stitch together a wound that refused to heal. The air burnt, the ground trembled. But Raven kept trying again and again. His eyes struggled to focus, his confidence breaking with every burnt suture. I looked at Xanthea. Blood trailed down her nose and ears, her eyes bloodshot as she clenched her chest. Just sta

Bonnie screamed as her whole body caught fire. Raven looked at the fire with wide eyes, she looked at her surrounding with wide eyes. Some strange images of place on fire began flashing through her mind "Argh!" Raven fell down to her knees as an unbearable headache hit her. Her eyes widened. She could now remember how her parents díed, it was through fire and Amour.. Raven's eyes widened even more when everything began gushing into her like an adrenaline rush. Who she is, who Amour is, what actually happened... Everything began resurfacing back into her.

Raven asked. I raised my hands to slap her but someone stopped me. “Don't you dare!” Dax whispered, squeezing my hands. “What the hell are you doing in my pack?” Dax asked angrily. “You are a clown! You took my wife and expected me not to come to this stupid place. It wasn't by choice,” Marcus said rudely. Dax turned to Raven. “Is he your husband?” Raven shook her head. “He is no longer my husband. He is only the father of my child,” Raven responded.

Raven’s arms stayed locked firm on my chest. I glanced over my shoulder once. Dark shapes moved in the trees. The howls came closer than ever. We burst out of the woods. The cabin came into view. Smoke still rose from its chimney. The howls so close to us now. I looked over my shoulder and saw six Crimson Fang pack members on brand new Harley Davidsons. They circled our bike, coming closer to us. I realised we couldn't keep running. We had to fight these guys. Raven twirled her hands and whispered magic words. The shadow threads flickered at her fingers as she mouthed every word. Her eyes were blood red. Yeah, she was ready to fight these bastards with me.

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.