Ravenwing Warriors Novels & Stories

Raven then said, and I nodded my head to him, letting him know that I understood, as I held back the moon’s power inside of me, now itching to be set free. Raven at that moment shifted into his wolf, raising his head to the heavens, as he let out the warning howl to our warriors. As his howl rang out, our frontlines of defense retreated, stunning the heir’s army into thinking that they indeed were retreating from them, but little did they know what was coming in their direction.

Lately, rogues have been attacking our borders a lot, and we are having trouble holding them back, so today the Alpha and Beta of the Ravenwing pack are arriving to help us train. I don't know who the Alpha is, but I had heard the Alpha is a female and also a white wolf. He looks at the clock and sees that they should be arriving soon, so he, Savina, his Beta David, and his Gamma Colton all go outside to welcome us.

Raven let her gaze sweep the training field, watching as her warriors and Thorne’s wolves sparred, their movements sharp, precise, powerful. “We’ll tighten patrols,” she said, her voice steady, the Alpha in her rising even as Shadow rumbled beneath her skin. “If they think we’re weak, they’ll come.” “And we’ll be ready,” Ragnar replied, his hand brushing against hers briefly before dropping back to his side. Thorne’s wolves finished their drills, pairing off with Raven’s warriors, laughter and quiet competition breaking out as Maya and Nico watched from the sidelines, Maya’s eyes wide with admiration as the warriors moved like a dance.

She held on to Ivan’s scarf and shut her eyes. Through his eyes she could make out two big burly men at the table. They were on each side of Ivan. They each had half filled cups of what was probably rum. They were playing cards. She was drawn out of her reverie by the calls of what was unmistakably ravens, she looked up at the sky. They were a few of them hovering above her head.

My heart races hearing him calling me Bloodwrath instead of Holmes, albeit I always knew his name would become be mine eventually, I just didn’t expect it yet. “I Alpha Raven Bloodwrath, swear on my honor to lead Wolf Creek forward protecting my people, providing for them, and giving them a bright future where our community can thrive and grow,” I confidently speak loud and clear feeling everyone watching me. “Alpha Raven Bloodwrath, I present you with the new alpha sword of Wolf Creek; a Dao custom forged for you. Wolf Creek, I give you your Alpha,” Osric announces while holding the sword level in front showing off the engravings in the shapes of Norse knots and a raven with the full moon.

“Loyalty fades when power shifts. Let them talk. Words mean nothing until someone acts on them.” Matthias hesitated before speaking again. “There is more. Our scouts report that Raven’s forces are moving closer to our borders. Their movements are aggressive. This is not just a show of force.” I walked to the window and looked down at the packhouse courtyard. Wolves moved about their duties, unaware of the storm forming around them. “How many warriors does Raven command?” I asked. “Our estimate is around two hundred,” Matthias answered. “Not all are skilled, but they are loyal to him. And there is also the Silver Fang Queen.”

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

Danica’s POV Hi, I am Danica Ravens and I am seven years old. Here, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am the Alpha’s daughter of the Blood Ravens pack. We are werewolves. Yes, we do exist but we just don’t interact much with the human kind. It’s safer for us that way. I have raven black hair that extends far down my back with a single patch of crimson red hair just on the top of my head and my eyes are of the deepest emerald green just like my Mother’s. I am to be the future Alpha of the Blood Raven’s pack because I am the oldest and my Father never sired a male heir. My sister, Rebecca and I have a good life here with our parents. We are loved and well cared for among our family

I said, wondering why I was telling him this. I hadn’t even told Ridge yet about a lot of things. Maybe I just figured he knew since really, he was there too. “My pack was pretty brutal. If I had to rank packs throughout history, it would be Blood Claw, Long Tooth and then Growling Thunder. That’s where I grew up. The Shadow Warriors stepped in and disbanded us about four years ago, the Alpha was getting to be too much like Gunner. People weren’t following him though, they were fleeing in large numbers in the last year and begging the council for help,” he said, looking sad.

Hera agreed, her gaze fixed on her target stuffed toy inside the claw machine she was playing with. When they were younger, they used to be incredibly envious of their classmates who had access to city tours. However, despite how much they would like to visit the city as well, they are unable to do so due to their Queen Mother's strict prohibition. The werewolves' Queen Mother forbids them from mingling with so many humans out of concern that they might pick a conflict and endanger their tribe. Sitting on the stool next to Hera, Callie questioned, "Why does Marcus seem to be taking so long?"