The Ravens Book Novels & Stories

Raven sounded a little confused, and still looked embarrassed. Heather put her book on the table and pushed it in front of Raven. There was a small picture on the front, just like most of Raven's Braille books. The picture looked like a little blonde girl wearing a homemade Superman -- Supergirl, I suppose -- costume. The title was Robin's Great Adventures. At the bottom of the picture I could barely make out the words "A story by", then in larger letters "Raven Tipton".

Raven couldn't help but wonder what other surprises lay in store for her in this mysterious encounter with Adaora. As she reached out to grab the book, her heart skipped a beat. It was the one she had been searching for, The Night Watcher and The Vampire. She breathed a sigh of relief as she flipped open the book, eager to delve into its contents and find the answers she was looking for. The previous night, she had only briefly glimpsed at the title, without taking the time to look at the book's content. As Raven perused the pages, she couldn't help but notice that the vast collection of books that surrounded her were paranormal books.

It was too vivid, too real to dismiss. It pleasured me against my will, forcing a release that left me shaking and hollowed out. No amount of silver, no holy scripture, could stop it. I’m tired. I’ve tried everything, yet I can’t escape this life. I am a monster.” --- Clap! The sound of a sharp clap echoed through the room as the book slammed shut. The figure holding the book lingered for a moment. It then used his fingers to trace over the worn leather cover and the grooves of the embossed initials: R.H.—Raven’s diary.

Not thinking twice Raven agreed and ever since then she has helped me with everything magic, including making my pack almost invincible and in return, she'll gradually become the most popular and strongest witch and that was how our bond was made under the clause that if Raven ever backed out or betrayed me, she will end up becoming a pillar of salt ~END OF FLASHBACK~ I kept glaring at the book in my hand then Raven walked in "Are you staying here or you're going to an hotel?" I looked away from the book and glared at Raven "What is this crap?" I said slamming the book on the table. Raven looked taken aback for a moment before regaining composure and looking at me back in the eyes "Alpha, th

He wanted to help Everleigh on her studies. Raven is called a bookworm before. How he misses getting back to school and be frustrated with school activities and dealines. That feeling is challenging yet worth it at the end of the day. He would read the book then starts to encode on laptop. He refers the topics base on the syllabus Eve has. The topics were already marked with marker when Eve tried to review. Raven took him until 5 am, re-reading, and reviewing the book, topics, and his digested explanations and topics.

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

Raven was in a house full of people who had spent nineteen years treating him like he didn't exist. Without warning, the world tilted. A sharp, violent jolt slammed into my ribs. It was a scream of pure emotion—frustration, longing, and a sharp spike of anger. It hit me so hard the air left my lungs. I buckled, my hands crushing the stone railing. It wasn't a physical attack, but a soul-level tug. Raven. Are you there?

Raven and Marcus Raven I shoveled the sandwich my mother had brought me into my mouth as we snuck to the back of the house. At first, the meat and bread had been too much for my parched throat to tolerate, but a couple glasses of water later, I was able to scarf it down. I had to fight back a moan from how amazing food tasted after two days of nearly no food. Lunar hummed inside of me, energized just enough to shift during our escape.

Raven came down dressed to leave. She had changed out of her uniform. She wore simple jeans and a soft top. Her hair was brushed. Her bag hung from one shoulder. She looked… pretty.....too pretty for a study session. Ragnar growled at once. She dressed up for him. For study, I said flatly. You do not believe that. I ignored him. Raven slowed when she saw us both there. “Oh.” My father smiled warmly. “Raven. Are you going somewhere?” She shifted the strap of her bag. “Yes. I’m going to a friend’s house to study.”

Raven was sitting on the bed with her knees up at her chest wearing my shirt and no pants. I sat next to her and held her tight. This time she came easily and curled into my side as though trying to hide. “I don’t even know who I am anymore.” She was speaking into my chest. “That girl who ran that bakery, who fretted about flour orders and bad customer reviews, she is gone. I murdered her tonight when I took hold of that rifle.” “No.” I lifted her chin so she had to look at me. "You didn't kill her. You let her evolve. You're still Raven. Yet she’s the woman who fights for what matters to her. You're just stronger now."