The Raven Book Store Novels & Stories

Raven sat alone in the back booth of a forgotten diner on the edge of the East District, the kind of place where the booths were cracked, the coffee burnt, and no one asked questions. The rain tapped softly on the windows, a steady rhythm that masked the thudding in her chest. A manila folder lay on the table before her, thick with the kind of truth that could ruin empires.

I release the words slowly, in case he doesn’t understand basic information. His expression doesn’t change. He pulls out his phone, taps the screen, and turns it towards me. I stop in my tracks. It’s a photo. Raven. Sitting at a café, reading a book. She looks so engrossed in the book, her coffee untouched. Completely unaware of being watched. Ice slides down my spine. “Your friend has a very predictable routine,” he says, voice flat. ‘Coffee at Rosé’s every Tuesday and Friday. Yoga at 6 PM on Thursdays. She lives alone at Maple Street, apartment 4B.”

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

Because if Raven survived the awakening. Then so did whatever's still hunting her. Raven stands up confused... "I just came to borrow this book," she says, her face etched with confusion. She stands up and walks, half running, out of the library and into the woods with the book. I look at Cyre grimly. "You have to promise me to keep that book save. Especially from Ryel." She nods as she follows Raven. I watch her back disappears into the darkness. I turn to Dathan. "You can leave now."

Ravencrest was huge. Walking into the bookstore on campus made that fact even more obvious. Shelves stretched from wall to wall, stacked high with everything from textbooks to school merch. Students milled around, some already loaded up with books, others browsing, chatting, or arguing over overpriced stationery. And then there was me. Standing in the middle of it all, staring at the list of books I needed and already feeling a headache coming on. “Alright, what’s first?” Ryder’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

Scene 3: At the Library - A Rainy Revelation Raven loved the quiet of the library. It was his refuge from the chaos of the city, a place where he could lose himself in books without interruption. Today, however, his solitude was broken. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low as he spotted Ielus leaning against a bookshelf, a novel in hand. “Reading,” Ielus replied simply, not bothering to look up. Raven approached, curious. “Don’t you have storms to predict?”

4 WITH THE MARE’S INJURY SALVED and wrapped, Raven returned to the cabin, and began setting things right. The plates and cutlery had been washed and dried and put neatly away on a shelf, the table wiped clean, and the wash water discarded. There was little left for her to do except to sit and read by the light of a tallow candle, a single volume of poetry, the origin of which, was now unknown. Raven sat at the table with the volume open, yet she could not seem to concentrate. She read the first line, then, read it again, and still it refused to penetrate her brain. If her companion noticed her restlessness, he gave no outward indication. Sitting by the fire, he methodically

“Do you want to come along?” I freeze. This is unexpected. Suspiciously unexpected. “Why? Are you suddenly feeling guilty, Mr. Graham?” “Do I have any reason to?” he asks, voice steady, unbothered, like he’s discussing stock prices. Diana’s POV I spend half the day in my room, buried in the new fantasy book I’ve been obsessing over. Honestly, the book is the only reason I haven’t overthought my entire existence in this house. That, and the free Wi-Fi that is probably fast enough to power a small country.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

I wandered between the shelves, letting familiar smells of old paper calm my thoughts. History. Law. Military strategy. Medicinal herbs. Werewolf bloodlines. I stopped… bloodlines. My fingers hovered over a thick leather volume but before I could pull it free— “Looking for something?” I nearly jumped. I turned to see Raven standing at the end of the aisle, she wore a cream sweater today instead of yesterday’s blouse, her dark hair gathered loosely over one shoulder. She looked comfortable, warm and approachable like someone who belonged here. “I didn’t hear you.”