The Raven Method Novels & Stories

Raven smiled warmly as she gestured to the empty chair beside her. Raven was proud to see the granddaughter of Margaret Andrews taking her rightful place at the council. Ten years ago, Raven was among the Wiccan Council members who had assisted Margaret Andrews in finding and killing Mary Andrews in Japan. She was younger back then but her capabilities with enchantments were beyond the capabilities of a normal witch. It was her enchantment spell that helped the council to easily obtain the necessary travel documents and breeze through immigration, arriving quickly at Mary's location. Moments later, Williams returned the melody stone to Nari, causing her eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. Her

The sky was low and gray, pressed flat against the horizon, and a thin mist clung to the ground, curling around the headstones like fingers reaching for something they could not hold. Raven Wolfe knelt in front of two granite graves. Her knees pressed into the damp soil, and the cold seeped through the fabric of her black trousers, but she did not move. She never did. An hour, sometimes more, sometimes until the sun disappeared behind the trees and the mist swallowed everything whole. This was her ritual. Her penance. Her way of reminding herself why she was still alive while the rest of her family turned to ash.

Cassidy waved me over, moving her bag so I could sit. I chuckled and nodded as I took the seat next to her. “Hi. I’m Riko Shiraishi,” I introduced myself. “I know. We have 3rd-period art class together,” she smiled. “I’m Cassidy Summers,” she added, offering her hand. I nodded and shook her hand. “Sorry I didn’t recognize you,” I sighed. “Not a problem. I remember my first day at Ravenwood. Its hell being the new kid,” she assured. “When did you transfer to Ravenwood?” I asked. “A couple of years ago. Things never change in how they treat the new kids, well how they treat the new girls,” she frowned.

I stated every word clearly. "Raven , he is protected by twenty professional guards . Nobody. Not even his own family could be around him without his guards . This snake doesn't trust anyone . If you want to attack him you need to do it using your brain . " he justified. I sighed in frustration . Biting down my lips harshly. This sly fox . I wish I could just rip off his throat right now . "Okay . What do you get ?" I asked. "This ." He said, handing me another file .

He spoke quietly. It seemed that, unlike Arden, he knew how to keep his anger on a leash. Yet my heart raced wildly against my chest because of what I heard. If this involved my mother and me, did that mean these people had a hidden motive? or Mr. Ravenchi?

even if one of those wolves was supposed to be mine. Raven stood in the centre of it all, her red curls cascading like a waterfall down her back, a silver thread woven through every lock. Her dress was nothing short of ethereal, a masterpiece of moon lace and frost-spun silk, with a bodice that glittered like starlight and a flowing train kissed by ancient runes. She looked powerful. Beautiful. Untouchable. And Declan... gods.

He liked to imagine he could break the world into pieces and place her where he wanted her. When he finally let her have a cigarette in his personal office, a converted room with a window that looked out over the anonymous river and a little stash of papered ledgers on the desk, Raven used the moment to better effect than he had imagined. He left the room to take a call and forgot to lock the door. The younger man had been dozing, cigarette smoldering between fingers. Raven watched his shoulders, waited for the slow breath, and then moved. Smooth, intentional. She reached out, pretended to be lightheaded, touched his sleeve. It was a practiced move from a thousand interviews and bedside vigi

“Raven’s body is rejecting the multiple bonds. Four alpha bonds on one omega is unheard of. Her system can’t handle the strain.” I already knew something was wrong. I felt it for weeks. The headaches, the nosebleeds and the way my legs gave out after practice. But hearing it out loud made my stomach drop. “How long?” Ethan asked. Doctor Harris looked at me again. “Weeks. Maybe less if the rejection speeds up.” The room went quiet, only the monitor kept beeping. “There’s one way to stop it,” she continued. “Raven has to sever all but one bond. Permanently. The remaining bond will stabilize her. The others will break and fade.”

Professor Mccall holds up a test tube containing a chemical, giving it a skeptical look, “it’s quite different from what I remember seeing you use the last time.” Raven gives him a look that reeks of self disappointment. He may be right or wrong and she wouldn’t even know, her mind’s currently split in two. She doesn’t want to be here but she has to be here. “I don’t know sir, I—” “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he waves her off, “we’ll let the final result determine that and if it’s wrong, we’ll just try again till we get our needed result.” Raven forces a smile and nods but deep down in her heart, like a truth ever present, she knows that as long as her mind is stuck in this haze, she’ll never for

Raven His words echoed through my mind, and I couldn’t help it as I blinked, long and hard, before looking up at him again. Did I have a mate? Those eyes searched mine, hot and desperate. He seemed so honestly confused. Was he serious? The mark was a circle with a half-circle under it. The half-circle had a perpendicular line running through it, which was crossed by another, smaller line.