Ravenpaw X Barley Novels & Stories

Raven’s POV The smell of Eli’s blood filled my nose…my head…everything. My wolf growled so loud I couldn’t hear my thoughts. I fell to my knees on the ice. I was already forming. My fingers curled and my claws were already scraping the surface of the ice. Eli’s voice came scared. “Ra…Rav…Raven? ” I looked up at him through my golden eyes. My lips pulled back from fangs. He still bled from the cut. Instead of offering first aid, my Wolf wanted him so badly.

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.

Raven chuckled, congratulating herself on the small victory, But she celebrated too soon. Cary’s huge sandy-colored wolf came out of nowhere, barreling into us from the side and bowling us over. We rolled across the ground, a flourish of twigs and dry leaves floating in our wake. And when we rolled to a stop, Raven was on her back, trapped within Roan’s huge paws as he stood over her. “Caught you, darling. Now the real fun begins.” Cary panted boastfully. “Did you really think you could evade us, little wolf?” Clay's mocking voice joined Cary’s as Gunner sauntered up behind Roan.

Raven places a beautiful bow that is hand carved out of yew and heavily decorated in Viking knot work into my hands. “Thank you, Alpha Raven this is stunning. Thank you, Alpha King Osric,” I nod my head to Osric, when I turn to my people who are all clapping and cheering. “Luna Liliana!” Ryder leads the pack into cheering for me, before they kneel in submission for Ryder and I. Ryder quickly shifts and begins to howl making every one of age, and those who aren’t with child, shift and howl in response. I can’t help standing, holding my belly, watching my beautiful mate as a large black wolf with a white patch on his chest and just below his jaw, howling before me.

Raven chuckled, grabbing the apple in the basket on a stool not far from her reach as she took a bite from the apple still looking at Delilah. “Your demon is gnashing and wailing out of anger and you know why?” Mia asked the puzzled lady still feeling the heatness of her demon's agony. Delilah's eyes blazed dark before it dawned on her that she was feeling her demon leaving her. “Raven, wh..." "Shhh hush! My dear Delilah, can't you see I'm doing you a favor here hm?"

“Sparrow and I are true mates. He’d been stalking me the entire time we were here, but never came forward, as he was unsure if I'd accept him. As you both know, I’ve always wanted a mate, but being a hybrid, it’s not something most would accept. My stalker followed me out to find the herbs. He saved me from a jaguar and a few other incredibly persistent creatures in the marshlands, he pulled me out of the sinking mud pit of the Everglades, and now here we are. All herbs were acquired, and I am a happily marked and mated hybrid.” “Your mate?” Luca and Victoria echoed one another. Raven’s face lit up with a brilliant smile as she stepped away from her friends and stood proudly next to her simm

Chapter 44 – The Queen’s Gambit The forest was silent again. Too silent. Raven’s chest rose and fell as she leaned against a moss-covered boulder, silver fire still sparking along her claws before fading back into her skin. Sweat clung to her temple, her hair damp with it. Every part of her wolf ached to keep fighting, to rip through the rest of Selene’s serpents until nothing remained. But she forced herself still. Forced herself calm.

Being that I am the oldest child of the current feline Alpha, and the first to change, there will be a clan ceremony tonight after I shift. There will be 174 others ascending to shifted across the world with me today, including my best friend and Clan dorm mate Raven. No one would confuse us. I have dark crimson red hair and she has light blond, almost white hair. Her eyes are a robin’s egg blue, while mine are a stormy-dark violet. We are only 10 months apart; me being older. She says that she does not care what her animal is as long as she is not a cow or a whale.

Raven reached carefully for her ribs, fingers precise, expression focused, “Tell me if this hurts.” She hissed softly, then exhaled, “It hurts but it is not wrong.” Raven nodded once, satisfied, “Two cracked, not broken, your wolf will push the healing through in hours now that the binding is gone.” I leaned closer, unable to help myself, “Hours.” “Yes,” Raven replied, “she will be sore, not fragile.” Bailey looked up at me then, eyes steady, “I am not fragile.” “I know,” I said immediately, then softened it, “I just need to hear it said out loud sometimes.”

RAVEN The carriage wheels rattled against the uneven stone of a cave. The moonlight vanished, replaced by the flickering orange of torches mounted on the walls. I huddled in the corner, my chest tight. Through the small, barred window, I heard the carriage slow. The wolves outside were talking, their voices echoing off the cave ceiling. "Lord Arden said to move fast," one of them growled. "He doesn't want the Prince finding a trail." "The brat did her part," another rasped. "The old man used her perfectly to get the boy out.”