Raven X Starfire Ship Novels & Stories

“…it won’t matter. We’ll all burn.” Silence filled the room. My chest heaved with barely contained fury, but under it all was a gnawing dread. So Raven hadn’t gone to betray me. She had gone to save me. Or… I clenched my jaw, my mind racing. Or she had gone to choose him over me in the name of survival. Either way, one thing was certain. Raven had lit a fire that would consume us all. I looked at my men, my voice sharp as a blade. “Prepare yourselves. Because if Raven is telling the truth… then we’re not just fighting Lucian anymore.”

Ambassador Aethon's expression was pleasant as he said, "We've identified your ships as from Xanthea. We also have an alliance with King Raphael." I asked with interest, "How did you recognize our ships while they're cloaked?" He explained, "Your ships have a similar energy signature to ours, making them identifiable even when cloaked." He bowed slightly. "Ah, That explains it, I said feeling more at ease. "The ship beside us is Commander Rage of 'Phoenix Wrath', also from Xanthea. We're Earth's protectors and returned from Xanthea in time to prevent further damage. Thank you for your help. Nice to meet you, Ambassador Aethon." I nodded in a gesture of respect.

ALPHA FENRIR’s POV. “Raven! Where the F U C K are you?” I hissed angrily. “Here alpha Fenrir,” Raven answered and quickly rushed out to meet me. I approached Raven, my eyes blazing with anger. She looked up at me, she bit her lower lips. "So, Damien is dead," I stated my voice firm but my rage evident as I spoke. "And I hear you were the last one to see him alive. Care to explain?”

The sad part is, everyone wants her dead and no one would miss her. Raphael saw his mother burning in the golden fire. His eyes watered with sadness. But he didn't make a move to save her or help her. Because like everyone else, he knows that this is for the betterment of the Raven clan. He turned his face away from the scene, unable to see his mother die.

Xena stayed on the line like she always did. After a moment, she pushed. “You can’t keep doing this, Raven. He’s not going to stop. You’re the Luna, and you’re on the fucking floor again. No one in this pack is coming to help you, especially when you’re playing the role of happy mate.” I swallowed blood. “You know why.” She waited.

"Um... Thursday night. Last shoot is at four in the afternoon, if I'm reading the schedule Karen gave me right." "Do you mind if I pick you up?" Celine blinked in confusion. "I know a suitable place to stargaze and enjoy a much more pleasant evening." "You're so blatant. Aren't you worried about the status between us?" "Why would you care about that?" Bryan laughed. "Do you think I'm a man you can easily fool, Celine Princessa? After all the fondling we've exchanged, is bringing up your status as Jacob's future wife one of the many ways you can distract yourself?"

- RavenX Fleets after another pass through the portal with each massive ship 7,000 km long. A massive battleship appeared over Staliege. The Starlians looked at it with amusement for it has a very good design and armed with powerful armaments. The alarm slowly goes off and the battleship begins to fire in every direction of the city. The kingdom's defenses fired at the ship but to no effect because of the powerful shield. The city barrier activated but the damage done was already large. A quarter of the city was already burning when the barrier was complete. The flames were radiating up to the clouds as blood red particles began to float upwards.

Ambassador Aethon's expression was pleasant as he said, "We've identified your ships as from Xanthea. We also have an alliance with King Raphael." I asked with interest, "How did you recognize our ships while they're cloaked?" He explained, "Your ships have a similar energy signature to ours, making them identifiable even when cloaked." He bowed slightly. "Ah, That explains it, I said feeling more at ease. "The ship beside us is Commander Rage of 'Phoenix Wrath', also from Xanthea. We're Earth's protectors and returned from Xanthea in time to prevent further damage. Thank you for your help. Nice to meet you, Ambassador Aethon." I nodded in a gesture of respect.

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.

Raven Before I could even say a word, Neil had already vanished into the flames. A plume of black smoke billowed out through the hut’s small windows, swallowing him. For a second, the world felt distant—just the roar of the fire, the crackle of burning wood, and the sound of my own blood rushing through my ears. “We have to go after him!” my wolf howled, terrified of losing our mate to those flames. “We can’t let him—”