Ravenpaw And Barley Novels & Stories

He was breathing, but each breath looked like a struggle. My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a gasp. The sight was a physical blow, driving the air from my lungs. Then I turned my eyes slightly, taking in the rest of the cavern. And they widened at what I beheld. 1380 Scattered around the fire, arguing over a haunch of meat, weren’t just the rogues who had ambushed me. Among them were two wolves I recognized. Their markings, the way they carried themselves—they were from the Black Raven pack. The same pack Damon had just forged an alliance with. They were here, in this den of outcasts, laughing with the very scum that had attacked their honored guest.

’ Raven said to everyone as they all got a pissed off look in their eyes Making our way to the driveway, we took a deep breath and Raven lifted her head up and howled signaling everyone to attack! The sound of snarles and growls filled the air as waves of wolves erupted down the driveway, careful to stay off the grass. The music had stopped and growls had sounded from within the walls. Busting out the doors, wolves had started pouring out in their drunken state. Raven charged within them and assisted in taking down wolves. I felt three more wolves lose their battle and the burn in my throat told me how.

Mykel had ordered him to put it up and now knew of Ravens location. The drive through our small town was quiet except for the roar of my engine as I sped through its windy roads. I needed to get there before Mykel. Pulling up out the front I got out the car and listened to everything around me. Chirping birds, the breeze blowing around dried leaves and the gentle buzzing of bees. Everything that made this place peaceful and until now, the perfect hiding place. Taking the spare key from under the rose pot I unlocked the door before slipping inside making sure to close it behind me. Rushing to the bedroom Raven laid asleep her eyes puffy and swollen. She had been crying and I’m not surprised i

Each time I’ve seen him, he’s acted like he’s never seen me before. I clenched my jaw as I felt my braid tugged roughly. I didn’t even need to guess who. “Keep your eyes to yourself, chink,” Barbie hissed. “I’m Japanese, you racist, cunt,” I growled. “I don’t give a fuck what you are. Keep your eyes to yourself,” Barbie said, pulling my braid hard again. I was about two seconds from flipping this bitch over my shoulder and showing her exactly who she’s fucking with. But that would be counterproductive and just get me in trouble on my first day.

"Name isn't Raven. That's what they called me." He gave me a curious look. "Why?" "Because there always seemed to be one following me about." "A raven?" "Well one bird or another really. But raven's most commonly..." My gaze dropped entirely to the floor to avoid his keen blue study. I missed mom and my friends. I instantly pictured laughing with them near the pond back home. Then rushing home and smelling my mom's cooking before I even entered the tiny hut we'd called 'home'. "My mom once told me that ravens can sense otherworldly spirits and they'll come to them as a welcoming."

I screamed. But my body was shutting down. The massive shift had drained me. Black spots danced in my vision. I was going to pass out. And when I woke up, Darein would have Raven. No. No. NO. I forced my eyes to stay open. Forced my body to move. One paw forward. Then another. “Mama!” Raven cried. She was watching me. Watching me crawl toward her like a wounded animal. “I am coming, baby,” I gasped. “Mama is coming.”

Still wondering what was going on, Raven appeared from nowhere and then held my hand, leading me to the kitchen. Now seated on the island table, I never allowed my gaze to leave her as I stared intently at her. She too was staring at me. It seemed she had something to say to me like I had but we were waiting for who would start the conversation. “You came to this pack to discuss the rogue wolves with Alpha Baron, don't you think it's time for you to take action?” She asked, her voice dripping with venom. To this, I didn't react or act as if I had heard her speak, instead I leaned back into the chair I was occupying.

I suddenly look up and notice that we’re surrounded by twice as many birds as before. My sudden anger is filled with fear. “Oh no…” I whisper. “What?” Raphael looks up. “They’re definitely planning to attack us,” I mutter. He looks at me with surprise and then begins to laugh. “Ravens don’t attack.” “Oh yes, they do! And you can’t make me think otherwise. They attacked me once.” He laughs even more now. I stare at him, not knowing I was a damn comedian. His laughter comes to a stop. “You do know that in the wild, ravens have a special relationship with wolves, right? They tend to be friends.” He looks up. “Ravens and wolves are really smart creatures.”

"The dungeon's chill can be biting. Look after yourself." Rein, in a fit of anger, smacked the magical barrier twice, the sound booming through the space. He then asked, "What's going on with you two? Are you betraying me, too?" Raven flicked his wrist, and a horde of rats within the barrier swarmed over the two men, biting and clawing. He watched them squirm and dodge with a surge of satisfaction. "Betrayal? If we hadn't been torn apart in the first place, you think you'd be in the picture at all?"

Hers. My nails dug into my palms. I stepped forward sharply. “Oh, how touching.” Raven’s head turned slightly. Her eyes landed on me like winter. The warrior flinched, trying to rise, but pain made him sway. Raven steadied him. “What do you want, Sienna?” she asked calmly. I laughed, loud enough for nearby wolves to hear. “What do I want? I want you to stop pretending.” Raven’s brow lifted. “Pretending what?”