Ravenwing Warriors Novels & Stories

Ryker said, his tone turning conspiratorial. I said nothing and an uncomfortable silence lingered in the air. My eyes never left his, as I tried to think of the possible outcomes of this new and deadly alliance. “So I ask you, Raven daughter of Ragnar, Alpha of Vixen Pack. Will you infiltrate Fenrir’s ranks? Will you become my eyes and ears in his pack?” Ryker said and stretched his hand again. “I have my conditions,” I said, my voice as cold as ice. “Let’s hear it,” Ryker said, his hands in his pocket.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

Warm earth and steel. Riven. My Lycan lifts her head instantly, alert and… interested. That one, she notes, thoughtful. Strong. Scarred. Fire-walker. Don’t start, I mutter. Riven’s clan crests the ridge in a loose formation—families in the middle, warriors fanned out, banners marked with ash-gray symbols snapping in the wind. They look tired. Wary. Hopeful in the cautious way of people who are diving into the unknown. Just like the others.

A Comedic Misadventure The revelation of their mirrored emotions towards Raven had left the twins with a shared sense of purpose. This new discovery, a confluence of feelings that were both intense and unprecedented, spurred them into action. Determined to unravel the enigma that Raven presented and to understand their simultaneous connection to her, the duo resolved to make her acquaintance together. After all, their combined strengths had always made them a force to be reckoned with. Little did they anticipate that the very coordination that made them so formidable would now be their undoing.

Killing innocent people only proved one thing. They wanted war. Raven didn’t return until late at night. He looked utterly exhausted. Selina handed him a glass of water before sitting beside him. “Thorne refuses to resolve this through talks,” Raven said finally. “Even so, we tried to approach the witches, but they seem to want nothing but war too.” He let out a long breath and rubbed his face with one hand. “This war won’t be like the last one. We need to prepare our warriors. We need more fighters. From what we’ve learned, the witches outnumber us.”

She reached for my hand. I pulled away. That night, I assembled them—ten of the fiercest blades I knew. Reynold, my second-in-command. Jareth, who once slew a wyvern with his bare hands. Lena of the Iron Fangs. Calder, Thorne, Vess, Mila, Rom. Every one of them loyal, battle-hardened, bound by oath. We rode in silence under the twin moons, our cloaks billowing behind us, the scent of pine and frost thick in the air. The village of Ravenspire was small—stone cottages roofed with straw, fences laced with garlic and glyphs.

said Raven. Raven then started tracking the men responsible for shooting the warriors. And the moment he located them, he engage in battle with them and destroyed their weapons. His Deltas, Camus and Conan Barrett, are also present, helping him fight. The twins are skilled in hand-to-hand combat and have received extensive training in using weapons to defend themselves against an enemy. Concurrently, Synth and Drago spotted the unconscious Lucien on the ground. "What the f*ck happened to him?!" Drago asked.

The wall has always been there, but I never realized it was out of place and kept Clover and I from fully connecting. “We swear our loyalty to the Bloodwrath and Hale Kingdoms, we swear to protect all lycans, werewolves, vampires, and species not present. We will fight and guide our Kingdoms towards peace and harmony.” My heart pounds I my chest, Raven’s grip tightens around my hand as we listen to Ares leading all of the warriors in their oath to the realm. “I’m right here with you, we’ve got this. Listen to your instincts and what Ruby says,” I softly speak, lacing my fingers with hers, I look over into my twin’s glowing red eyes, and nod reassuringly.

In fact, only a few of my men are actually walking around, let alone training and sparring each other. These men are not the same warriors I once knew in my pack. “That bastard Ronan did this,” I hiss to my wolf, who also seems completely shocked. “Once I gather all the evidence I need, I’ll deal with him. Ronan doesn’t deserve to keep his title as the Chief Warrior of Ravencrest.” “You’re right,” my wolf immediately agrees. “During the recent war against Deadfang, most of the warriors came from the Capital while only a couple of hundred came from Ravencrest. If an actual fight happened and we would have to rely on our own forces, we’d be doomed.”

“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