Vanessa Raven Novels & Stories

The only reason for this is the simple fact that I have now pointed the ice-cold barrel against Mason’s temple. Once again, he does not flinch; he only carries on drinking his beer. Then once he thinks that I have calmed my rage to a respectable level, he starts to speak again, and god, do I wish that he never did, but ya, “Raven is Raven Sloane. She is Roman’s daughter.”

She wasn't thrilled that my mate was a Knight, but she also knew I wouldn't back down from being with you, and if a war was the only way then so be it,” I said softly. ”She would do anything for me,” I said. ”What if she gets hurt?” Amber asked me. I laughed, thinking that she was joking but as I looked around at their confused faces I realized they didn't know. I wondered if anyone knew. I drew down my brows and looked up at them through my lashes. ”Raven can't be killed,” I said softly. None of them spoke, all in their own state of shock. ”Raven is a descendant of the first-ever vampire. With time, they have grown stronger and more powerful. Raven holds more power than any of those before

“Make yourself comfortable.” My fingers trembled as I removed my cardigan. I’d worn a loose tank top like the consultation email instructed. My stomach was a knot of nerves and something dangerously close to excitement. When the curtain parted, she emerged. Raven Black. She was even more striking in person. Tall, confident, covered in intricate blackwork tattoos that climbed her neck and disappeared beneath her tank top. Silver piercings glinted on her eyebrow, septum, and full lower lip. Her dark hair was shaved on one side, the rest falling in waves.

the voice whispered, cutting through the thunder with an unnatural, chilling clarity. I froze in my tracks, the rain suddenly feeling like ice against my skin. My breath hitched in my throat, my wolf going dead quiet inside my chest. It was Ronan. Vanessa's ex-husband.

even if one of those wolves was supposed to be mine. Raven stood in the centre of it all, her red curls cascading like a waterfall down her back, a silver thread woven through every lock. Her dress was nothing short of ethereal, a masterpiece of moon lace and frost-spun silk, with a bodice that glittered like starlight and a flowing train kissed by ancient runes. She looked powerful. Beautiful. Untouchable. And Declan... gods.

These images of the atrocities she had committed before and wanted to do again. Blood. Screams. Limbs. Her wolf wanted to rip through everyone until she found Zeke. Did she like Zeke now? But that thought was pushed aside when her claws started to lengthen. Her rage began to build. She wanted to taste the Council’s blood on her tongue for even daring—. “I’m sorry, Ava, Zeke isn’t here yet to begin your training.” She looked up at Coach Henderson, and when the vampire stepped back, she knew she was about to fail her mission. She should have gone home instead of putting more people at risk. At least that way, it would only be her and Zeke in danger.

She was alive but all colors had drained from her body. With Lily’s help, we were able to carry her back to the pack where she was immediately attended to. Angered that Raven buried Vanessa, I reported her to my father and at once Raven caretakers were summoned — she lived apart from her family. When she was asked why she had done that, she said she wanted to check if someone could be buried overnight and still be alive. Nothing was done to her but when Vanessa eventually lost her life a few days later due to some complications and so a death sentence was passed on Raven immediately.

Two punches, a kick, and he was out cold. June’s heart hammered out of control as the figure turned. A woman, tall and lean, with a mask over her eyes. “If you want to stay alive, quit hiding in the trash,” the woman said, voice low and calm. “Come with me.” June’s legs felt like they’d vanish under her. But she stood. “Who are you? Why help me?” The woman grabbed her arm, steering her toward a hidden door. “I don’t help for free,” she said. “But I hate the Vancents more than I love money. Call me Raven. Now move.”

I had no idea what she meant by her words. Vanessa was the daughter of our former Beta and healer. Her brother was Riff, my Beta. She was like a little sister to me, and she was very nagging and demanding. She annoyed me so much that I had to avoid her. Besides that, she was a cheerful she-wolf who was a great healer that most males wanted, and the she-wolves admired.

Chapter 1: The Contract in the Dark Raven Winterstar had always believed the world was kind. At eight years old, she lived in a sprawling estate perched on the emerald edge of Arcadia Prime, where sunlight filtered through ancient canopy trees like golden honey. Her mother, the Archdruid, taught her the secret songs that made flowers bloom out of season. Her father, High Priest of the realm, carried her on his shoulders through moonlit gardens, whispering stories of gods and guardians. Raven's snow-white hair fell in long waves down her back, and her sharp blue eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that made even the sternest sentinels smile. She never wanted for anything. Every day felt like a