The Ravens Book Novels & Stories

Not much. Just enough to look wrong. I hesitated, then lifted it. Something slid out and landed softly on the mattress. A book. Old. Worn. The edges were frayed, the leather cover cracked with age. It didn’t look like something Raven would own. My chest tightened as I picked it up carefully. There was no title on the front. But inside the cover, written in neat handwriting were words that seemed too personal to read. Like it felt wrong opening it, but I did anyway.

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

I despise it so much. "Ravens are ugly creatures," I said angrily, stating out loud what I was thinking. "You are mistaken; Ravens are magnificent creatures with their black feathers and everything; they are the most exquisite of all animals," Grandmother says. They are, without a doubt, the ugliest of all animals. "In any case, Mr.Mace, you should be glad for the Raven who rescued you and pray that Raven will save you the next time death tries to take you," Mr.Dadds said, a chilling smile on his lips.

“Don’t waste your breath, beautiful. You can’t learn us to be civilized. We’re wolves.” He pulled his finger away, and I said, “Raven is a wolf, too. She’s not a slob.” “Raven is a rarity, an enigma. Sort of like you. You wanna come into the house to chat, or did you want to stand around out here?”

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.”

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?

Escape plans? When she finished, I took the letter, scanning the contents. My eyes widened. "Raven, Raven, Raven," I said, shaking my head. "You're not very subtle, are you?" Raven's face turned beet red. "What are you talking about?" "This," I said, holding up the letter. " 'My dearest Eric, come and rescue me from this monster. Bring guns and knives. Yours, Raven.'" Raven's face flamed red as anger flashed in those gorgeous emerald eyes. Her fists clenched so hard that her knuckles went wide. Had the chains been long enough, she would have likely thrown them around my neck and choked the life out of me.

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

Helping Raven, I know with my mates I can be happy and find a way past the bad memories, and make new ones with my own family. “Hand me Ro Ro, do you think the human government will really leave us alone? Do you really think you will be ok there; I know you have bad memories there and it will be hard for you?” Raven asks, I place Roan in her arms then pull them into my lap while holding Gunnar to my chest.

Although the promise together with his foster figure for his 20th birthday may want to now no longer be fulfilled, the bonds of grasp and servant had been engraved thus. Reaching out and bumping cups gently with Isabella, Raven raised his cup and savoured the high-quality violet-coloured wine. . . BOOK 1 Ends Here…. * * What do you think is gonna happen to Raven?? Is he still safe in the hands of his predators??? Find Out More in the BOOK 2 of the Vampire Harem Series. . . WATCH OUT for the Vampire Harem Series BOOK 2 Title:- RAVEN: A Rare Vampire . . …… THE END