Ravenpaw And Barley 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.”

She understood exactly what it meant. Her smile returned. It was sharper and crueler this time. “Of course you did,” she said. Then her attention snapped back to Barbara. “But let me make something very clear.” Barbara held her gaze Unyielding. “I am his mate,” Cheryl said, her voice no longer soft. “That’s what everyone here knows.” A murmur spread through the room because that was true publicly and officially. That was the narrative. Barbara didn’t respond but I saw it, the flicker and her reaction.

Embry comforts, he moves from his seat in front of us, as Jonathan sits beside him looking equally upset. “How have I not? I lost our pup,” Raven looks up with the most heartbroken expression, through the bond it feels like being stabbed in the chest with a silver knife coated in wolfsbane. “Rave, you didn’t fail us, or our pup. What happened to you was never your fault,” Jonathan states firmly, reaching out and grabbing Raven’s hand trying to comfort her as she finishes nursing our twins whilst fighting her feelings.

So she made her way towards the other end of the table. Balthasar and Tasha are glaring at Valerie. Even Balthasar wanted to marry his daughter to the Raven prince. The Raven's are the richest and the most powerful clan. Maintaining a good relationship with Raphael will be profitable for him. But Valerie came and is ruining his plans. He doesn't want to offend the Raven prince, but his hatred for the Ernest princess made him lose control of his temper.

Raven flung out her ebony hair. "No one allows me to do anything. I decide. I was born and raised human, Kendalf," she pointed out. "I can only be myself. Barry is my friend, and he is in desperate trouble. I intend to help him." "If your lifemate is so enthralled with you that he would allow you such foolishness," Kendalf replied softly, menacingly, "then I can do no other than protect you myself."

Dawn had just broken when the sound of footsteps began echoing softly through the mist-covered forest. Against the pale sky, the rising sun glowed a deep crimson, like an unhealed wound, casting the entire group in a muted golden hue. After that long night, even though Lyra had confessed everything openly, Raven still insisted on carrying her on his back that morning. Simply because he couldn’t bear it. Just the sight of her riding on the back of another male wolf stirred a surge of irrational, primal rage in his chest.

Awoo! Raven howled in agony, still feeling the shift happening in every single bone and nerve in his body. The five newly turned wolves then howled in different roar and level of pain until Raven suddenly attacked the first one who shifted. The rest of the pack was a bit of surprised because Raven was such a quiet boy, and it also alerted the council. Then, an expected fight among them broke out.

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

] Knight let out a chuckle, finally relaxed, [You stubborn, trouble-making damn kid! [You--w-who are you?] Raven turned, and suddenly his eyes were lured away by the white wolf's silver fur. Rain let him go and jumped back a step, looking down at the black wolf groveling on the ground but there was no mercy nor condescending in his eyes, just a calm, dominant glow: [I'm Rain, little wolf, and you are mine.] Raven glanced at Frost cautiously. There was a reason why they all pretend Raven was the best on the training field -- you can't challenge an Alpha, let alone owning one, but to Raven's surprise--