Vanessa Raven Novels & Stories

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

It was probably just for Kaleb’s sake, but I didn’t mind it anyway. Suddenly, I heard a cheerful voice call to me, and I turned to see it was Raven. Her hair was shiny and fell in perfect waves to her shoulders, while her tall, elegant frame was highlighted by a tight, burgundy silk dress. It was low cut, but her chest was modest enough not to show too much. Her full lips had been painted dark red, and at once, I thought of Adalyn, though Raven somehow looked much more lovely. “Hi Cassandra,” Raven gushed as she reached me, and she gave me a big hug. “I knew he would bring you here.”

Raven rolled her eyes " Didn't you just say you'll roast him alive" She frowned in confusion " Wait! How did he even call you directly, are you.. " I'm Meek and he's Eight, we're Venom's companions" Meek said with an outstretched hand, Raven enveloped her hand with his, she wondered why she felt like she was drowning while staring into his deep brown eyes. " Uh.I I'm Raven Smith, the eldest miss of the Smith family, it's nice to meet you both" **** Even as Olivia scanned the entire hall, she couldn't find anything that could have frightened Daera.

The crowd went completely silent. The massive double gates at the end of the aisle swung open. Alpha Vance stepped out first, his chest puffed out with pride. Next to him, clinging to his arm, was Ravena. She wore an incredibly extravagant, pure white gown that trailed for yards behind her, her face completely obscured by a thick, shimmering lace veil.

"I've heard a lot about you." Maya's heart skipped a beat as the figure stepped forward, its features illuminated by the faint light. It was a woman, with piercing green eyes and jet-black hair. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, and a silver pendant hung around her neck. "I'm Raven," the woman said, her eyes locked on Maya's. "And I'm here to help you take down the agency." Maya's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with questions. Who was Raven? And what did she want from her?

But the others were supremely confident in her capabilities that he had no choice but to capitulate. “Very well,” he said. “This investment group is formed as of right now, pending official paperwork of course. What’s our first order of business?” “How ‘bout a name?” asked Eva. “The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.”

This was real. "You are the key to saving our species," Chandra said, her voice soft yet filled with undeniable authority. Raven shook her head, disbelief clouding her features. "I'm nothing," she whispered. "I can’t even shift. How could I possibly save anyone?" The Goddess regarded her with an expression that was neither pitying nor impatient. Just knowing. As if she understood the doubts weighing on Raven’s heart. "What do you know of the Witches of Crow?" Chandra asked, tilting her head slightly.

Ansel warning me not to. Auron warning me not to. “We killed a girl for nothing,” I said sadly. “Not for nothing, darling,” Vanessa admonished. “It was for the greater good of Ravenhall.”

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.