Ravenpaw Warriors Novels & Stories

"We must train and prepare for the battle to come." Alpha Wade and Raven began to train the pack for the coming battle. They honed their skills in magic and combat, preparing for the worst. But then, one night, Raven did not return from his scouting mission. Alpha Wade grew worried, and he searched the surrounding forest for his friend. But this was no sign of her. Alpha Wade felt a sense of dread, and he knew that something terrible had happened. The next morning, the pack elders gathered to discuss their next steps. But before they could begin, a strange figure appeared in the center of the valley.

His slow coordination caused him to be at a disadvantage and he wasn't able to fend off the synchronized attacks by the pack warriors and me, making his death a quick and clean affair. Raven was tougher to kill, her enchantment spell had affected a number of the pack warriors and they ended up attacking each other. Her move made me sloppy, instead of attacking her, I had to focus on separating the pack warriors that she enchanted and holding them off from killing each other. It was fortunate that Raven became distracted at some point and I was able to maneuver the killing shot.

He gets interrupted by Penelope before he can continue. "Raven has a red sword on the hind leg of her wolf with a crescent moon on her forhead. She is the warrior of the moon." I look at her dumbfounded. For one, No one was suppose to know about my wolf's appearance and two, I had no idea there was a red sword on my hind leg.

“The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.” All of them mulled over Eva’s words for a few moments before Doreth chipped in her thoughts. “Let’s add a little Drogar flair to your Ravens,” she said. “We’ve got a similar bird - Ventrii Stalkers. They’re these hunter/fishers that’re smaller and less aggressive than Avicii Raptors, but definitely smarter and way more agile.” “Oh, good pick,” added Severas. “Most birds on the planet are in constant conflict with each other. The war co

I watch the door open, Bear, Hawk and Doc walking in and sitting. “Take a look.” I watch as Grayson holds out the box and envelope. Why is he showing them? I stare at him. “Raven’s past is coming back, it’s someone who likes to kill those she is close to. So we’re calling in everyone, if we’re not with her, we need at least three more guys watching her closely.” “You said those she is close to?” Doc looks at us and we nod. “Yes, that includes Ava, so if we’re not going to be with Ava, we need more people around her.” I won’t let Grayson pretend like Ava isn’t a target.

I am an Alpha warrior breed now and will need to train to join a war that may have just started. We finally reach the Alpha house, where we meet up with Ryeleigh, Raven, and Marshall. Ryeleigh seems to have gotten worse. She is being held up between Raven and Marshall. My inner animal hates to see Marshall touching her. She should be like my little sister, yet she has never been in that role. Raven has always held the role of my little sister, and it made it worse that Raven knew my genuine feelings for Ryeleigh or at least suspects.

Raven and Dominic learned they led a more import group than they had expected. Their enforcers soon became indispensable to the army units because their wolves heightened senses, speed, and stealth made them helpful with information gathering and following scent trails. Their speed had helped save several people from sudden attacks because they were so much faster. “I’m proud to say Raven that as of today your territory is stable. There will be no more time slips there. It’s time for you to take over and learn what is on your territory.” Brigid said in an announcement to the court of Dreamers and army heads.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

~Zane's POV~ My tongue flicked out, tracing my lower lip as a guttural growl rumbled through my throat. With my head lifted and my gaze locked on the moon, the transformation began in my chest, a grinding compression that forced my ribs to crack and reshape themselves. Collapsing to my knees, I pressed my massive wolfish paws against the ground as the bone beneath the fur contracted. The pain was not the sharp torment of a beastly shift.

“Are you looking for something specific in this book?” “Not really.” I turn the pages, looking at the handwritten cursive ink. Raphael caresses my shoulder, watching me. “The Battle of the Fallen.” I skim through the pages and begin to read the book out loud. “The Raven Wolf King was locked in battle with the High Wolf King. Early 15th century. The battle raged for days until both monarchs finally met in battle, locking in a gruesome sword fight. Ravens flocked to their master as they waited to do his bidding. The High Wolf King fought with valor with all odds stacked against him, for the Raven Wolf King was known for his resilience and invincibility—the devil man was known not to die.” I re