Ravenpaw X Barley Novels & Stories

“If you say so, whatever. Just let him out. It’ll be easier on you.” With that Evander shifts and Barrett is set free. Barrett is beautiful, he has dark brown fur with copper highlights, emerald-green eyes ringed in copper-colored flecks. Barrett and his brothers are bigger than your average alpha wolf because he and his brothers are Dire Wolves. The three of them are a sight to see. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

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.

"No one else will teach me because you told them not to. I'll have to drag the answers out from you." "But how is Raven alive? I mean, I don't want her to die, but what I heard is that she was supposed to be dead." Knox looked thoughtful. "There's something off about Raven.” “Uuh?" “Her scent changed. It was floral, but now it's sand mixed with rainwater—more like mud in rainwater. Also wolves don't have allergies, but she claimed she couldn't have honey during yesterday's dinner. I can't pinpoint what's wrong."

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

***** || Raven|| I didn’t know how long we were fighting, for the sound of bones breaking was all I’d been hearing for a very long time now. And I was growing more anxious with each second that went by. My wolf was angry and drenched in the blood of our enemies. We wanted nothing but to sink our teeth into Jerold's neck and end the back story between Jerold Black and the raven wolves once and for all. My glowing sapphire eyes remained on Jerold as I ripped and bit heads off. I was in the middle of ripping apart a warrior when I felt a presence behind me. “Long time no see Barbie doll,” Athena's growl rippled through the air around me and my body tensed. I froze in the process of killing an e

I ask while kneeling down in front of her feeling how uneasy she feels hearing her parents yelling for her. I can’t help blushing a little when I stare into her obsidian eyes noticing her looking me over trying to understand what she is feeling. “I don’t know,” she whimpers at Rebecca screaming for her so I nod and scoop her up into my arms. “It’s ok come on,” I reassure while carrying her towards the barn door to find her identical twin opening the door. They are very much the same except, their hair, eyes, and abilities. Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha.

Both of them shifted; Raven transformed into a large brown wolf with a hint of white on her tail, whereas Goldie became a powerful, large brown wolf with dark ears and blue sapphire eyes. Goldie didn't give Raven a chance to charge at her. Fed up with playing games, she grabbed Raven by the neck, checked her hard, and swung her to the ground. Raven clawed her on the side, causing injuries that would heal when she went into the tent. I started to worry as Raven proved to be tougher than I had initially thought. Raven dug her claws into Goldie's back, tearing flesh. Goldie growled and kicked Raven off of her, sending her wolf form flying across the field. Goldie ran over to Raven, grabbed her

The scent of roasted meat clung to the wooden beams, and troll laughter bounced from the walls. I approached the barkeep, a squat troll with a long beard stained from ale. “I need to know more about Raven,” I said, low but firm. He snorted. “You want a drink or a funeral?” I leaned closer. “I want answers. She’s hiding something, and I think you know what it is.” His smile vanished. “I don’t speak about her.” “Then maybe your teeth will,” I growled. He slammed a fist down. “Get out.”

"Patience dear. Patience. " Footsteps sounded on the gravel, the sound of a sliding barn door, and Raven's tall, muscular body became visible. As always, he was wearing ripped black jeans and a band shirt. His black hair was shaved and he wore a long lock of hair on top, which he fashioned with his hand countless times in a day. From left to right, even though he had the lock hidden under a black hat at that time. His bright blue eyes looked into the world in an inquiring and suspicious way. He raised his eyebrows as a greeting to Margje and kissed Omem on her head.

Unless, by some miracle, I find the male fated to me, I am done with being in a relationship. The wind runs through the trees, carrying a scent that makes Raven stop in his tracks. Apples and caramel. ‘The scent,’ Raven growls. ‘I know.’ Raven runs fast, following the scent, until we reach a tree that has fallen over some rocks. There, tucked between the ground and the fallen trunk, is some… red hair? Raven approaches the source of the apples and caramel. Leaves and twigs are stuck in the hair. After dropping the backpack he is carrying in his mouth, Raven tries to remove the twigs and the leaves. Frustrated that he can’t quite reach as he wants, Raven starts digging into the ground.