The Raven Book Store Novels & Stories

" Raven thought about it all night. Then the idea of revenge took root in her mind. She crept into the kitchen and turned on every gas burner. Then she shut every door and window. Finally, she flicked a lighter in the living room. Just as Margaret had said, Raven really did start a fire. Only, she had not expected the gas to explode the moment she sparked the lighter. So when she pressed down on it, everyone in the house was blown away along with her. Not a single member of that pack survived. THE END

Amidst the silence, Meredith suddenly muttered, "Eh, let's see, there's a dusty book in the corner over there. It looks interesting." Raven approached the shelf and picked up a worn-looking book with a brown leather cover. Suddenly, a cold wind blew softly around her, making her hair stand up. "Wow, why is it suddenly so cold?" said Raven softly. Maya, who was standing next to her, shrugged. "Maybe it's a leaking air conditioner?" Raven smiled a little, then refocused on the book in her hand. When she opened it, she found a strange handwritten note with ancient symbols.

Finally, James nods and goes back toward the exit, and the second he's gone, Raven drops the dress and runs toward the back door of the mall, her heart beating so hard she can hear it in her ears. She calls an Uber with shaking hands, looking behind her and waiting for James or Marcus to show up any second. The ride to the address Draco sent takes forever, and she watches as the areas get worse and worse, more broken down and empty-looking. When the Uber finally drops her off, Raven finds herself standing in front of what looks like an empty shop. The windows are all covered up and there's spray paint all over the walls, and this doesn't look like anywhere Draco would pick to meet her.

******** To Raven, and to the Kings of the North and South, I am writing this in response to your formal inquiry regarding Raven’s origins. While our pack records from that time are sparse, I have gathered the exact details surrounding the day she was brought into our care. Raven was found in Rickshaw Town, which is a human settlement located near our borders. A human woman named Nora was the one who discovered her. According to Nora's account, she went down to the local stream early in the morning to fetch water for her household. There, she found a baby girl tucked inside a warm woven basket.

Stopping at a house outside of town, tucked away in the woods, she knocks on the door and waits a moment before I see Finnian answer the door, ushering her in. My wolf growls as she disappears from our sight. My mind flashes with images of what I can only imagine is happening inside. I slink closer, not making a sound, as I plaster myself to the side of the house. I listen closely and am only partially relieved when I hear another woman’s voice. Lucy, I believe Raven just called her. All tension leaves when I hear Raven inquire about the books they find and she would like to look at them. The unwanted and intrusive thoughts from before fade away as I hear what they are doing, and it’s nothin

“Not really. It was one of the bedtime story our mother used to read it to us. And yeah, if you might have guessed it, Raven liked the story, actually until now, he still does, seeing that he named you after the fairy. He must have seen himself a real beast. Well, kind of. He can be with his strictness and uptight attitude… But if you also like the story you can always ask him the book, I am sure it is still around. Ju--” Crowden was cut off when a voice came behind me and suddenly there was a kiss placed on top of my head. “What book?” It was Raven. “Antheia: Taming the Beast” Crowden uttered the title and I saw how Raven frowned. “You told her the story?” “Yeah, coz you did not tell her… w

I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do. “I thought you might like this on, it reminds me of the stories Mummo used to tell us,” Raven shrugs her shoulders and points to the back showing it has a lot of short stories with illustrations. “It’s perfect, what else should I get?” I question while looking around after Rebecca comes over and grabs the clothes I picked out. “I would wait for things for the baby till we can start a nursery. Have you been sleeping comfortably; one book mentioned a belly pillow?” Raven questions while looking around then at the pages of a books she has in hand making me shake my head.

She stated, interrupting me. “No, I guess not. But like I explained, I’d happily spend my days never having to interact with her if she left me alone”. “Good point!”. Leo chimed in as he eye-rolled his mother. “What are you doing with your life now, Raven, since you left school?” Alpha Caleb asked. “I go to the college where I study art. I’m a good student and Professor Colin believes I have real potential. I hope to become an art professor myself or even a substitute whilst working at our museum”.

I looked up at the raven, "it was about mates." I rolled my eyes, siding to the floor, and wiping the light sheet of sweat across my brow. I was never going to find a map at this rate. And I had to get back to cleaning before ea master walked by. There were too many books and they were all randomly spaced. The vastness of the library was much too great. I hadn't even moved from the first row and I was sure I would have to leave soon. I looked up at the perched raven, "You wouldn't happen to know which one in these gazillion books has a map of Valcane?" I huffed.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.