Novel & Cerita Ravenhood Series

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

She was about to go in when my words stopped her. “And you just left them there? Are you trying to give up Declan to that infuriating assassin?” I asked her. “Assassin?” Her eyes widened. “You didn't know?” I crossed my arms, equally surprised. “Were you living under a rock? You have to be the only person who doesn't know Raven Ampleton of the BloodFang Tribe.” “That's her?” Hannah gasped. “Little wonder she is so fierce. When she introduced herself as Raven, I didn't think much about it. I've always heard stories about her and meeting her in person, she doesn't look capable of such.”

Stopping at a house outside of town, tucked away in the woods, she knocks on the door and waits a moment before I see Finnian answer the door, ushering her in. My wolf growls as she disappears from our sight. My mind flashes with images of what I can only imagine is happening inside. I slink closer, not making a sound, as I plaster myself to the side of the house. I listen closely and am only partially relieved when I hear another woman’s voice. Lucy, I believe Raven just called her. All tension leaves when I hear Raven inquire about the books they find and she would like to look at them. The unwanted and intrusive thoughts from before fade away as I hear what they are doing, and it’s nothin

Vlad I stopped walking when I saw Raven sprint out of the matron's house with her hoodie pulled low over her face. She was running so fast that she stumbled and fell to her knees, scrabbling at the stones and whimpering in frustration. "Raven, what's wrong?" I asked, taking her hand. She yanked her hand away, pulling her hoodie lower, almost as though trying to disappear beneath it. "Mind your business," she snapped, wiping away her tears with a sleeve of her hoodie.

The security guards at the entrance all raised their stun batons. "It's a demon! Electric shock probably won't work!" "Quick! Lock down the perimeter! Evacuate the area!" A demon? I looked up, and sure enough, there was Raven, striding in step by step. He still wore the black hoodie I had bought him. The hood covered most of his face, and his entire body radiated killing intent. With each step forward, the lobby grew more scorching. "Where's Chloe Sutton? Where are you keeping her?"

women, children, and elderly wolves fleeing the destroyed villages of the Shadow Ridge screamed in terror, huddling against the sheer canyon walls. "They aren't just targeting us!" Lysander shouted, his shadow blade severing the throat of a leaping corrupted beast before its claws could touch the sand. "Cassian knew we were bringing the refugees south! He's using them as bait to pin us down!" From atop a high, jutting spire of black basalt at the canyon's edge, a tall, cloaked figure stepped into view. Cassian Ravenhart stood with his arms crossed, the stolen Shadow Crown resting atop his dark hair, its pale stones pulsing with corrupted violet energy.

Whenever she bullied Leah she would pull her hair. Damon waved at them to as he took a seat. But Isabella still stayed frozen, "What are you talking about? It's my real hair." Leah smiled knowingly, "Of course." "Alpha Wolfborn, Luna Wolfborn," Leah called, sitting gracefully with smiling sweetly. She smoothly put her hairs behind her, sitting next to Damon. As if her heart was clawed by a cat, Isabella felt so jealous that she wanted to snatch her hair! This bitch seemed to have grown wings!

The car stops in front of a house where a man and a woman—middle-aged—walk out to greet me. I step out. “Good afternoon.” I offer a small bow. “Roland, how are you?” the woman speaks first. “I’m Rachel, Diana’s mother.” She opens her arms for a hug. I do not care for hugs. Or people. I never have. “Sorry,” I say flatly. “I’m not a hugger.” Her arms fall back to her sides, smile stiff. The man steps in. “Dylan, Diana’s father.” He offers his hand. I accept it.

My legs dragged in the mud, my body completely exhausted, the weight of the iron cuffs dragging me down. Ravena pulled a heavy military radio from her belt, clicking the side button down. "Rohan," she said into the receiver, her voice calm, clear, and dripping with venom. "I know you can hear this. Your little army is doing a lovely job on the front lawns, but you might want to tell them to hold their fire." She paused, holding the radio right up to my face. She dug her fingers into my neck again, and I couldn't stop the sharp, ragged scream that tore from my throat.