Ravyn Lenae Novels & Stories

Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant.

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

She was older than me, maybe twenty-eight, with blonde hair styled in a bob, clear blue eyes, and a body that belonged on a magazine cover. She wore all black gear that somehow looked both professional and predatory. Her eyes raked over me with open disgust. "I'm Raven," she said, her voice filled with scorn. "I'm the head of protection for Cassian's girls at Elysium.” "Girls?" "He didn't tell you?” She smiled, “I guess you're not that important, though I suppose you'll be joining the roster of dancers soon enough." "I'm not a dancer." "Not yet, give it a few weeks. They all end up there eventually."

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.

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.