Ravenpaw X Barley Novels & Stories

Within seconds… Arawn… The horses… And the haunting sound of the Hunt… Had vanished into the ancient forest. Only one thing remained behind. A single silver feather. Resting in the frost where Arawn had stood. Rowan bent to pick it up. The moment her fingers touched it… She saw a flash of a battlefield beneath a blood-red moon. A woman stood at its center. A great silver Direwolf at her side. And across the battlefield… A much younger Arawn. The vision vanished as quickly as it had come. Rowan stumbled backward, clutching the feather to her chest.

His voice calmed down a bit when he realised by my posture that I was distressed and not pranking him. "No, look Zach, you're going to have a lot of questions and I will try to answer them all but just know that I'm sorry. I have moved on and a lot has changed with me. I know you don't recognise me but I am Raven.” I took a deep breath, I had to get this out now, it was like I had opened a jack-in-the-box and there was no holding it back. “I'm the one who you bullied at school, the one you cheated on with Cassidy, the one whose soul you all but destroyed. Dylan found me on his land after I ran away from here and they took me in. He put me back together and we fell in love. We aren't destined

Elias smiled gently, did not expect so many days without close followers, but in just two days, he brought back two people who did not have a bit of health and intelligence. Elias turned to enter the bar, ignoring the stubbornness of the girl standing there. “Innkeeper, give me a pint of beer.” Elias sat in a corner, avoiding others to recognize his identity, raised his hand to call for service. “Yes now, yes now!” A werewolf that hasn't fully evolved yet, with a hairy face, holding a large beer bottle, ran very fast. “Please use it! Would you like something else to eat?” His slanted eyes looked extremely fierce, and he put the beer bottle on the table so that the beer from the jar filled th

I wrinkled my nose. “So that’s settled. The boys will be Rufio, Tootles, and Pockets.” Clay nodded as the name selection ended. I sighed and started taking pictures of the puppies and the happy dog family before Clay pulled me into his lap. “It’s okay,” Clay whispered as he hugged me to his chest with one arm while he wiped away tears I didn’t even realize I was shedding. “I... I don’t know why I’m crying.” I frowned, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. Tinkerbell just had a healthy litter of puppies. I’m happy, but the tears aren’t just of joy. I envy my damn dog. I couldn’t carry my baby to term.

But for now, she would keep that observation to herself and continue to play along with the charade. And with that, Rava and the older man continued their work, but now with a newfound sense of hope and determination. They knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but they were ready to face it together. Rava's Pov. I was tied around a stick in the middle of the arena. The sun was scorching hot, and I was struggling to breathe. The audience was cheering, and I felt like I was about to faint. Suddenly, the gates of the arena opened, and a creature was released. It was a monster, unlike anything I had ever seen. Its eyes were red, and its fur was matted. Its teeth were sharp, and i

"Yes. Now, allow me to explain what I can do with you inside. I'm quite the cook and know of a stew that you simply must try. This conversation will take a while and you need sustenance." Raven considered the danger of trusting the Barren but curiosity compelled her to hear what the Barren had to say. She needed to know how he found her. The charms were supposed to work on the Bitten and humans. Pondering the possibilities of what herbs she could tend and blend with the recipe to extend that to all other creatures, it was decided. “Good Barren Whitley, would you treat me to your stew and a conversation inside?"

Raven’s fingers clenched in the sweaty hair, and his hips twitched, wanting to stroke into the warm circle of Shadow’s mouth. He could not believe that they were f-king in the shadowy recesses of a bar. He could not believe how turned on he was by the fact that they were f-king in the shadowy recesses of a bar. “Oh, f-k, Gabe,” he groaned out, his head thrown back, swallowing heavily. “Oh, f-k man.” Gabe had some suction on him, and Raven’s balls clenched upwards intensely. “Mate, I… Oh, I…” He sobbed the words out a moment before he came, his fingers dragging Shadow’s head towards his hips in helpless reflex, his hips bucking off the stone-work, and his breath gasped out in primitive tones.

When its master told it to pick up Chaos, it really protested! Yes, this guy had human consciousness now, but so what, all he thought about was eating! Raven was rolled over and struggled, trying to give its owner a look, hoping for a chance to get free. Who knew that as soon as it moved, Chaos looked over. Those big round tiger eyes looked pretty cute, but the thought was, this crow wasn't behaving, might as well knock it out. Raven: ... Luckily, at that moment its owner spoke up. "Put the barrel down, try standing at this angle, see if the camera can catch you." When Carl spoke, his long fingers pressed a white handkerchief over his nose and mouth, and his thick dark lashes cast down, givi

The thought of losing her precious baby boy had shattered her, leaving her heart a fragile, broken thing. Niklaus took a cautious step closer, but Raven's warning growl stopped him in his tracks. Her deadly fangs dripping with lethal venom, gleamed in the light, a stark reminder of the ferocity that lay beneath her anguish. He knew better than to push his luck, recognizing that she had lost herself to her grief. Yet, he refused to leave her side, lying down instead to watch her sob, his heart aching to hold her close. Lukarien approached, but Raven's growl sent a clear message: keep back. Niklaus swiftly intervened, shielding Lukarien from potential harm. Niklaus tried to inch closer to Rave

Jonathan reaches out and takes Raven from my arms, pulling her under the warm water letting the soap rinse off her body. “He will, he just needs to run, he always does when he gets stressed out. With the barriers down he’s having a harder time fighting his animal,” I reach out and grab the shampoo from the shower caddy before squirting some into my palm and lathering Raven’s hair. Jonathan and I take our time cleaning up Raven, and ourselves, then get her dressed and into bed.