Ravyn Lenae Novels & Stories

She gave him a smirk, "Enjoy your day off." Ravyn disappeared in a storm of shadows before he could even give a reply. Now standing alone in the gardens overshadowed by the opal palace, Ravyn was dressed head-to-toe in black. Her ebony waves of hair, fell across her shoulders, shielding her ears from the cold chilly wind that rustled through the trees. Her eyes were brushed with dark powder, her lips painted a dark blood red, the only colour that wasn't her deep blue eyes. The wind blew gently again, arousing the dark sheer fabric of her dress to billow and plum around her. Her long thick sleeves keeping her arms warm, but the low revealing design of the back, did nothing to stop the shiver

Eleanor asked, though the question sounded more uncertain than threatening now. "Then we find out what happens when you try to kick out a daughter who knows all your secrets," Ravyn said simply. "And trust me—you don't want to find out. Because I've had five years to think about revenge. Five years to plan. Five years to decide exactly how I would make each of you pay if you ever pushed me too far." The silence that followed was absolute. Everyone stared at Ravyn, seeing her—really seeing her—perhaps for the first time since she'd come home. This wasn't the broken, defeated woman they'd expected to return from prison. This was someone new. Someone harder, sharper, more dangerous.

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

She was stylish, clad in a modern and chic outfit, and she exuded an aura of self-assuredness. “It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Kayla,” Lila said, shaking my hand firmly. Her voice was confident, with just a hint of excitement. I smiled, intrigued. “It’s nice to meet you too, Lila. What brings you here today?” Lila’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. “I recently attended one of Raven Media’s performance and media workshops, and I heard that you’re the one who can help people make it big. I want to become a famous singer like Adrian, and I’m hoping you can help me get there.”

she thought to herself, shaking her head to dispel the thought. Blaine quickly added, "baseless rumors though...the guy is probably dating one celebrity figure, you may know her, Ervine Ramona...he's out a lot with her." The name Ervine Ramona sounded familiar to Raven, but she couldn't place it. She felt a pain brewing in her temple as she tried to remember who Ervine was. "You don't know her too...?!" Blaine exclaimed with a low voice. Raven shook her head and replied, "no...I think I do. Just can't remember..." She was frustrated with herself for not being able to recall such a seemingly important detail.

"Oh. I didn't know that. In that case, it is really nice to meet you. I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." "Yes, ma'am." He said. "No. I'm not ma'am and I'm not Luna. I'm Savannah. Please remember that. I don't care what Kane told you. I'm just Savannah." I said. "Okay. He did tell me to protect the Luna." Lucas said. "Well, your Luna will be very pissed off if you don't use her real name. Anyway, are you sticking around now because these kids are waiting for me." I said. "Yeah. I can practically see their tails wagging and they haven't even shifted." He smirked.

“I have the power over the seasons, and the weather. I can only control small areas right now, but I can practice and get better at it.” “Oh… So you are not a demon half breed…” What? What did Jamira mean? “No… I am a crossbreed of an angel, and human. My mother is Horae. She did not want me though. She said I was a mistake. Please do not tell Layla I am not a demon… Or the girls… I don’t want to be left.” “Do you know Layla is a princess who is half demon, and angel…” Jamira grabbed the pitcher, and poured Tempest a drink.

She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

“I’m here for a job.” She narrows her eyes slightly. Her lashes are thick, doused with some form of makeup. Mother obsessed about me wearing blush on my cheeks, or a touch of gloss on my lips, however, I was always quick to wash it off. I’m wondering if she is considering sending me off. “I’m not the manager. I just work here,” the girl tells me. My eyes wander to her name tag. Raven. So typically Vengeance. “If you want to talk to Linda, she’s out back.”

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.