Starfire X Raven Novels & Stories

She is not like the others. “She is worse,” I said. “Don’t forget that.” Ragnar huffed. I could feel his unease. I can smell her even through the screen, he said. She smells like lavender and warm earth.There is something special about her, Cassian. She cannot be evil. “Stop saying that,” I growled quietly. “You are letting her angel face fool you.” On the screen, Raven picked up her fork. Her hand still shook a little. I could tell. I knew fear. I knew shame. I knew how it looked on people.

This man had spent the entire meeting insisting Raven meant nothing to him, but he was still willing to give Bloodfang fifteen of his best warriors for three months just to take her body home. Maybe Ironclaw’s burial rites mattered more to him than Raven herself did. No one who speaks about his own mate that way deserved one in the first place, Zedd muttered. For once, I had nothing to argue with him about. I left the meeting room satisfied with the arrangement. Once the agreement was signed, Lucan could take Raven’s body and leave. By tomorrow, fifteen of Ironclaw’s elite warriors would be serving under Bloodfang command for the next three months. The arrangement should have been the last t

Tristan is watching us. I can't help the annoyed shift of my head, glancing behind me before focusing on Oscar again. Oscar notices. His eyes flick upward briefly before returning to me, something almost like pity settling in them. “I get it,” he says quietly. “I really do. But once a Madden sets his sights on you…” “It’s just a name,” I cut in. He lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Just a name? Raven… that name built half the things around you. It destroys the other half.” The wind cuts through us again, but I barely feel it now.

Tears spilled from Starla’s eyes, soaking into the thin fabric of her hospital gown, leaving deep, dark stains. Her fingers traced his features, as if she were afraid he was just another illusion—another cruel side effect of cryogenic sleep. “I never thought… you would be here too.” “It doesn’t matter now.” Xavier kissed away her tears. “From now on, I’m staying by your side.” Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the recovery center, the aurora danced across the Arctic sky. Xavier gently pushed Starla’s wheelchair as she traced frost patterns on the glass with her fingertips.

“She will never be yours.” “Oh, but she already is,” Raphael says, stepping closer, his smile curling into something cruel. “I marked her. She carries my claim, her soul knows it, her blood knows it. You can rage all you want, but she belongs to me. That’s the bond of the Stormspawn, you cannot undo it.” stormspawn The word hits me like a blade, so the live tatoo belongs to him? my heart shatters, Raven is half storm? My jaw tightens, every muscle trembling with the urge to rip him apart, how dare he call her his!, but Raven groans softly in my arms, snapping me back into my breaking heart.

“She’s dangerous because she’s not bound by fear. And in a world like ours, that makes her more powerful than any Alpha I’ve ever faced.” The words tasted bitter, but they were the truth. Raven wasn’t just surviving in Kieran’s pack. She was defying him, and every secret I uncovered about her childhood only made me realize she was forged in fire so hot, most would’ve turned to ash. And me? I wasn’t sure if I wanted to destroy her… or stand beside her when the storm finally broke.

“Sparrow and I are true mates. He’d been stalking me the entire time we were here, but never came forward, as he was unsure if I'd accept him. As you both know, I’ve always wanted a mate, but being a hybrid, it’s not something most would accept. My stalker followed me out to find the herbs. He saved me from a jaguar and a few other incredibly persistent creatures in the marshlands, he pulled me out of the sinking mud pit of the Everglades, and now here we are. All herbs were acquired, and I am a happily marked and mated hybrid.” “Your mate?” Luca and Victoria echoed one another. Raven’s face lit up with a brilliant smile as she stepped away from her friends and stood proudly next to her simm

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

"But I am still pulling at that thread and I will have more by tomorrow." I thanked him and ended the call. The kitchen was quiet for a moment. Then I looked at Raven and said, "I need to tell you something and I want you to hear all of it before you respond." "Okay," she said. "The eastern border pack," I said. "And no formal record after twenty years. The fact that she came to find you on the day of our ceremony and asked for you by the Valkhor name." Raven looked at the table and I could see her doing the math in her head. After a moment, she looked up and said, "How old would she be if she had a baby twenty years ago?"

But, the mating bond obviously didn't care about my feelings. Slowly, I moved backwards, trying not to announce my presence. In that moment, Aries froze, turning to look at me. His eyes were pitch black, and through his parted lips, I could see his menacing fangs. Recognition crossed his features, and he slowly pulled away from Ariella, his eyes returning to their usual silver colour. "Raven... what are you doing here?" He asked, his voice sounding pained. I clenched my fists, glancing at Ariella, who had straightened, her eyes filled with mockery.