Tokyo Ravens Characters Novels & Stories

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

This Raven woman better be good, considering Hector had threatened me to stay away from her. When Raven came on the stage, I had to avert my gaze because, my God, this Raven woman was sexy as hell. She was perfection. Raven was at least five foot nine inches tall, and I would have to say she weighed approximately around one hundred and forty pounds, and it was all muscle.

Raven’s arms tightened around me as if he could sense my unease. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “We’ll find him, Bud. I promise. No one hurts you and gets away with it.” His words were a balm to my soul, and I leaned into him, drawing strength from his unwavering support. Raven was my protector, my rock. He had this quiet strength about him, a determination that never wavered. He was the kind of man who would move heaven and earth to keep me safe, and I loved him all the more for it.

"Tessa, that is Raven. She literally grew up inside this motorcycle club since she was a baby. Her dad was the official Sergeant at Arms for the Reapers before he died in a fight years ago. She and Stone were together as a serious couple for almost three long years. Everyone inside this compound fully thought she was going to become his official old lady someday." My chest tightened so painfully that I could barely draw air into my lungs. Raven smiled over at me, but the false warmth of the expression did not reach her dark eyes at all. "It is very nice to meet you, Tessa. This whole situation must have been quite the wild whirlwind for a girl like you. Not many regular town girls walk into

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

He paced for a few seconds, looking like he was about to explode, before leaning on the desk in front of me. "Little mate," he said, his dark eyes piercing. "Who are you?" I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean? You know who I am." "Answer the question." "I'm Raven. An Omega from the Inker pack." "Is that all?" he challenged. I stuttered, trying to find words. "I don't hear you saying that you are mated to two powerful Kings," Valen said, his voice dropping to a growl. "I don't hear you saying that you might have a mage heritage that would make most Alphas tremble."

My stomach has started swirling with an emotion I'm not ready to acknowledge yet. The worry in his eyes is evident. "She has no idea who or what she is, but its Tegwen, Cain." I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach, my breath stolen from me as his words register. "The Rogue with the humans, is Tegwen."

, Taet removes their picture. "Raven", he pauses and looks at me. "Raven is loyal to Davil. He loves Davil like a brother so I can't vouch for him", I speak. "Raven was in denial when Aiden brought up been the mole after your disappearance. He loves Davil but he won't go against the thron-" "He let that werewolves kill me", I remind Taet.

I cleared my throat. "I am Raven Volkov and this is my marked mate Noah Brinx," I said and heard the murmurings get noisy. "Both your families are well known in several cryptid circles, you're both like Royalty, but don't expect me to bow. I don't do that, " she said sternly. I nodded hoping that she could see it in the dark.

“Ha. Really, man, you think they would choose the orphaned son of a whore and a rogue as the Amory? No, he will have to be chosen from better stock than me. We have never had a female Amory, maybe history is about to be made.” “Maybe it is me,” Raven says, coming out of the girls’ locker room while she tackles Bram. They have always had an interesting relationship. Not quite siblings, but so much more than friends. “God help us,” I mumble. But seriously, Raven is too emotional for that kind of responsibility. “I heard that, and you will pay,” Raven says as she jumps on my back, and we all start laughing. Ryeleigh turns to us back in her ceremonial dress, shocked.