The Ravens Book Novels & Stories

“You’ll tell me what’s in the journal first. Then you’ll get what you want.” She paused. Then grinned. “I like your spirit.” Melinda took the book, flipped it open, and began reading aloud in a low, ancient chant. Her voice sent chills down my spine. Then she stopped. Her eyes gleamed. “Oh... I just knew it. You're Ravena's daughter,” she said, stepping toward me and tugging at a strand of my hair. “In English,” I said coldly, brushing her hand away. She rolled her eyes. “Fine. It says...

I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.

The isolation that had once been about survival was now about peace. Raven sat on the porch swing, a laptop balanced on her knees as she worked on the book that had become her passion project. The working title was "Justice Served Cold: A Story of Redemption and Revenge," though she was still debating whether to publish it under her real name or maintain the fiction of Raven Steele.

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.

“Why would the demon leave us a sign that we should let go? Let go of what, anyway?” I shrugged. “I mean, I’ve had to move on, to let go of that which I’ve lost. Maybe that’s why I thought of it. But, poem or not, ravens are symbolic in art and literature as – well,” I paused, feeling as though saying it aloud would make it real, make it present, “they’re omens of loss. Some would say harbingers of death. But they’re also prophets. They use their insight into the future to guide you away from your past.” “Maybe we’re looking at it too deeply, then,” Kathrena suggested. She flicked her fringe out of her face. “Demons probably don’t take literature classes. It probably just thought, ooh, scary

The days leading up to our final encounter with The Raven were filled with a mixture of anxiety and determination. In the Isabella Voss look, we got a valuable insight into The Raven’s trap, but it still felt like chasing a shadow. The deeper we dug, the denser and more dangerous the wings became.

Because if Raven survived the awakening. Then so did whatever's still hunting her. Raven stands up confused... "I just came to borrow this book," she says, her face etched with confusion. She stands up and walks, half running, out of the library and into the woods with the book. I look at Cyre grimly. "You have to promise me to keep that book save. Especially from Ryel." She nods as she follows Raven. I watch her back disappears into the darkness. I turn to Dathan. "You can leave now."

With a smile, Leah did not immediately reply. Instead, putting her spoon down, she picked up a plate and, seemingly surprised, asked, “Clara, did you receive this gift of honor yourself?” “...Yes, I did. Why?” “Which chapter?” The pavilion quieted. Clara blinked. “Sorry?” “The Veterans’ Relief Chapter,” Leah repeated calmly. “Which branch did you donate to?” Clara hesitated only briefly. “The Eastern Chapter.” “There are three Eastern branches,” Leah said. “Volkov Central, Kirov Rehabilitation, and the Border Recovery Wing. Where did you donate?”

“Nora is the last of your step-siblings that's alive. And Andrew Miller doesn't do too much again because he's getting old. I'll leave you to make your decision now, Raven. Do you really think you have enough power and resources to take down the richest and most deadly mafia lord in America?“ Raven flinched when he heard Venom's question, like he had indeed been drunk and the question knocked him back to reality. Silence reigned in the car for minutes. Venom finally chuckled and cleared his throat: “I guess your answer's in the negative, Raven.“ “No!“ Raven suddenly said. “I'm going to take down Andrew Miller and the whole of the Black Mambas or die trying. And I'm going to start working tow

The raven’s commander should be from Daniel. However, the blood of Daniel was wiped out easily. Christopher looked at the stacks of plans. Athena had planned everything ahead and surely, their General was passed down to Caroline. Now that Athena is gone, they must send out the birds to find each of Daniel's. They need to gather up. However, one stayed in front of him which made him puzzled. “Go now.” He commanded. The Ravens were spirit ravens and could see through anyone’s soul. He sighed as he continued writing when the raven jumped over his paper. He stared at the raven’s eyes as the pen slipped from his hand.