Novel & Cerita Ravenhood Series

Raven concentrated to keep the energy in its right arm in balance. Every time when his pulse in height, he felt like the antimatter membrane hungry at the Edges of his consciousness scratched. It was a constant fight for control. When they reached the edge of the valley, the rain had stopped, but a thicker, unnatural fog was above the forests. It smelled like burned wood and smelled blood. Raven stopped the crawler on a hill from which they took the entire valley were able to look over. Sector Seven was just a smoking ruin. But the

“I’m not your enemy. Unless you make me one.” He walked out. … Outside, Raven had ducked behind the corner just before the door opened. She watched Hanlon pass, dazed but alive, handkerchief pressed to his lip. She didn’t move. Not yet. The cracks were deepening. And soon, something—someone—was going to fall through. … The apartment was too quiet. Raven closed the door behind her, rain clinging to her coat, her skin chilled more from dread than the night air. She dropped her keys into the bowl by the entrance, the sound startling in the silence.

Raven declares as she digs her hands deeper, ripping apart Dagon's chest. Dagon doesn't even get a chance to speak as he drops to the ground bleeding out; Raven stands above him with the sword still piercing her torso. Bane quickly drops the barrier, but Jonathan beats me to Raven's side, as he catches her when she collapses and shifts back to her human form.

So when I heard from Jax that Raven was back in town — laughing, drinking, celebrating — something inside me snapped. “She’s at the Red Crow bar,” he’d said, his tone cautious. “Marcus sent her to keep a low profile, but you know Raven. She never does what she’s told.” The Red Crow was the kind of place where souls went to rot — a biker dive where the air was thick with cigarette smoke and bad decisions. Perfect for the kind of face-off I had in mind. I didn’t tell Ryder where I was going. I couldn’t. If I did, he’d stop me.

The hunters were waiting. They came from the treeline, rifles flashing, crossbows thudding. Human eyes, full of hate older than memory, locked onto the riders. These weren’t random ambushers. They were organized and ready. The convoy split in chaos. Raven yanked her bike into cover, her wolf screaming to fight. One Fang went down hard, his body flipping across the pavement. Another roared as a bolt punched into his chest. Raven ripped free of her bike, claws sliding from her fingertips, eyes burning gold. She hit the treeline with a snarl, tearing into the first hunter she saw. His scream cut through the gunfire, wet and gurgling.

Raven stares at it like it’s a piece of herself she never knew she was missing. “This,” I say, “is the last picture taken before everything fell apart.” Raven’s voice is barely a whisper. “Before Jason tried to take me.” “Yes.” She closes her eyes, breathing shakily. Noah steps closer, his hand brushing hers. “You’re not alone anymore.” Raven opens her eyes, and something new flickers there, not fear, not confusion. Resolve. I close the album gently. “This is why we train. This is why you need to understand who you are. The Warren line has always stood between the Hallow and this town. And now… you’re the last of it.”

I see him as I go home. He is my home. Third Person POV Meeting is again held at the office of the Mafias. Seen in the projector is Raven's profile, operated by the two bosses standing on their podiums. "Raven Aaron Brown, aka, Code R.A. He has two siblings, both in senior highschool. We definitely know that he also had something to Everleigh Scott. She could be our target, we can kill her," Code Red stated. Code Black shifted the profile to another person. "Meanwhile, what we have here is Mr. Hunderson, he has a son named Mike. The one we used to inject potassium on Raven's Mother."

He spoke quietly. It seemed that, unlike Arden, he knew how to keep his anger on a leash. Yet my heart raced wildly against my chest because of what I heard. If this involved my mother and me, did that mean these people had a hidden motive? or Mr. Ravenchi?

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.

All I had to do now was let him walk straight into the scene I had arranged. Men like Raven didn’t think clearly when their pride and possession were threatened. He wasn’t looking for truth anymore; he was looking for confirmation. Anything that aligned with his fear would become reality in his eyes, and anything that didn’t would be dismissed without question. If Raven really did find Haliyah and Damon together in the same place, I wouldn’t need to do anything else. Raven himself would complete the narrative. He himself would do the rest for me… *** Haliyah’s POV.