The Raven Method Novels & Stories

Mine is dying, not slowly, but fast. Raven paused for a few seconds, her gaze fixated on the shot glass in front of her . "No one should here this, not in this manner," she said, looking back up at me. "Exactly, Raven," I said, grabbing her shoulder. "But if it dies finally, no one would be able to hide it--" "Let's be positive, Rowen. First off, your wolf wont die. Second--"

“If that’s the demon’s way, I’ll take care of it.” “What will you do?” Damon asked. Raven sat down on the floor and immediately pulled the laptop out of her bag. The others sat behind her to see what she was going to do. “I am dizzy with the numbers of letters. How did you learn that program?” Hugo asked. Raven didn’t answer. She was busy with what she was doing. Tyler secretly smiled as he saw. Raven was about to find the source of the suicides. Cael turned towards Kyra. He was sitting next to her. Kyra was busy watching what Raven was doing.

Ryan's POV The interrogation room exuded an air of cold formality, the atmosphere tense as Raven sat stoically across from me. His usually expressive eyes were now guarded, revealing nothing. I was determined to navigate the labyrinth of truth and deception, to unravel the mysteries that had entwined our packs. "Why did you come to Venice, Raven?" I began, maintaining a steady tone. Raven's gaze met mine, a fleeting shadow of uncertainty or guilt passing through his eyes. "I was here to sign a peace treaty between our packs. It was my father's idea. He thought it would be a step towards unity."

Raven’s POV It hadn’t been easy getting out of the penthouse. Raven hadn’t even been sure it was going to work. She knew she needed two things: Kade’s isolated index fingerprint and a full capture of his palm print. The first she lifted with scotch tape off the metallic buttons of the intensely elaborate espresso machine. The second she peeled with a sheet of saran wrap off the marble panel that read the palm print itself. A circular maneuver, but it worked. The elevator door opened. And escaped into the humid summer night.

"Raven never had any contagious disease! Not once, from beginning to end!" My fist clenched hard, nails biting into my flesh. "Over twenty years ago, Marcus, under the excuse that 'his wife had contracted a rare illness and needed isolated treatment,' locked Raven in a separate room and sealed off all news of it to the outside," the doctor said, kneeling, shaking all over. "Everyone thought the Luna had a contagious disease. In truth, from that time on, Marcus and Catherine, under the name of 'disinfection,' were adding silver compounds to Raven's daily drinking and household water..."

Raven rubbed her thumb over the back of my hand before turning to face me. Sensing my hesitation, she shuffled closer placing her free hand on the side of my face. My heart raced at the closeness my palms becoming sweaty as the nerves kicked in. Raven’s eyes roamed my face settling in my lips. Becoming nervous under her gaze I chewed my bottom lip only for Raven to purr. My body responded to her as tingles formed below.

Yna didn’t belong here. Not officially. But history had a way of leaving fingerprints on the wrong people. Raven zoomed in slightly. The moment Yna looked at her phone. The pause. The shift in posture not fear, not surprise. Recognition. “She felt it,” Raven murmured. That made Yna a variable. Variables were inconvenient. They were also useful. Raven stood and crossed the room, retrieving her jacket from the back of the chair. As she slid it on, her mind moved several steps ahead.

“I saw the fire. You lit it. I’m inbound. Don’t move.” Callum raised an eyebrow. “Friend of yours?” “She saved my life once,” I said. “Now she’s saving it again.” Raven arrived less than four hours later—low orbit drop from a stealth glider, hitting the snow with a controlled roll and rising like nothing had happened. She pulled off her helmet, dark eyes scanning us with sharp efficiency. “You look worse than the intel,” she said, brushing snow off her flight suit. “But you did it. The Echo Seat. The virus. Even Marek’s scream got caught in the net. Nice touch.”

I watch the door open, Bear, Hawk and Doc walking in and sitting. “Take a look.” I watch as Grayson holds out the box and envelope. Why is he showing them? I stare at him. “Raven’s past is coming back, it’s someone who likes to kill those she is close to. So we’re calling in everyone, if we’re not with her, we need at least three more guys watching her closely.” “You said those she is close to?” Doc looks at us and we nod. “Yes, that includes Ava, so if we’re not going to be with Ava, we need more people around her.” I won’t let Grayson pretend like Ava isn’t a target.

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.