Ravenhood Series Novels & Stories

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

- RAVENA Three months in the Hollow-Eye Remnant had done more than just heal my broken bones; it had given me a strange sort of peace. For the first time since the slaughter at the Valecrest estate, I wasn't looking over my shoulder every five seconds, waiting for a Crimsonridge executioner to drag me back to a cell.

By dawn, Raven had exhausted herself enough to shift back to human form. She collapsed in a clearing surrounded by dead trees and realized she'd circled back toward the cabin. Her animal consciousness wasn't interested in true escape. It was interested in territory. In claiming space. In existing close enough to Ash that the bond didn't create physical pain while remaining far enough away that she maintained safety. A car appeared on the forest road at exactly 6:47 AM. Raven watched from her position behind rocks as a figure emerged—not Ash, but a younger man with the particular bearing of someone used to taking orders from alphas. He walked directly to the cabin as though he'd been expectin

"Where's Raven? Two hours ago, she came here crying, bleeding. Then she snatched some things and left. I thought she was going back to your place but she’s not answering and I’m afraid—” "She left? How long ago?" "Twenty minutes maybe? She took her car. The old Honda. I ran after her but lost her.” My blood turned to ice. "What was she wearing?" "Jeans and a jacket. Why does that matter? You need to find her—" I hung up and called my security team. "Raven's on the move. Blue Honda. Find her. Now." "On it, Boss. But, sir, there is something you ought to know. We've been picking up chatter. Xaviero's men are mobilizing. Several cars going to the city centre.”

I gestured to his still-hard cock as I stood up. The cloth that I had been using to cover myself slipped to the floor. I was once again completely naked. I did my best not to care because I was now Ravenhood. The daring thief who took what she wanted. I walked up to Fox, sliding one hand up and around his neck while the other slid down south. I pulled his head down until his lips were almost touching mine and spoke against them.

The Aurora Ridge shimmered like a mountain jewel, its grandeur built on arrogance and wealth. The snow sparkled on the archway as I parked the rental, the engine quieting with a sigh, bracing for what was to come. The morning sky was pale, but everything around gleamed like it had never faced a storm. I turned off the engine, my breath fogging in the still air. Pockets stirred in his seat. I checked my phone for the time and for any message from Reese.

Raven, a sixteen year old girl, walked home from her part-time job at the library. She felt as if someone was watching her. She looked around the near empty streets, seeing nothing. Raven picked up her speed. She should have been home hours ago, but she had gotten caught up in a mystery novel, losing track of time. Her parents will be furious with her once she gets home.

POV: Damon Dawn bled over the horizon like a slow wound reopening. From the balcony of the war tower, I watched the thin spiral of smoke rising from the reclaimed village of Raven Hollow. The air tasted like ash and cold iron. It was a mix that clung to my tongue as if it was demanding I acknowledged the truth staring back at me. They took the pack back; Not my father’s warriors, not mine, not Drake’s, not Derek’s either. Rather, it was the Thorn Clan.

Raven held out her hand. “Not a chance,” Jaxon snapped. She lifted her chin. “Try me.” Jaxon glared, then shoved a firearm into her palm. “You fire only if you have to.” Raven chambered the gun with perfect precision. “I always have to.” The SUV slowed. The hideaway appeared in the distance, lights off, shadows thick around the structure. Too quiet. “Jax,” Raven whispered, "something’s wrong.” He felt it too. His body coiled.

I whimper, and rush to Raven’s side, placing my hand over her stomach and the other over her chest to make sure her heartbeat is steady. “I tried Pentu, I really tried, the poison was designed to hurt her pup,” Mummo sobs, placing her hands over mine making the healing light even brighter. I look up to see Clover standing by Raven’s head, sobbing and shaking her head, when I feel Mummo is right, Raven lost her pup and nothing we do would change it.