Warhammer 40k Space Marine Blood Ravens Novels & Stories

Osric announces while holding the sword level in front showing off the engravings in the shapes of Norse knots and a raven with the full moon. When I stand everyone else begins to kneel, my stomach turns with anxiety hoping I’ll do well by these people. “Alpha Raven,” everyone speaks when I feel the pack link strength to everyone when everyone takes capsules of blood my father prepared for tonight. “Thank you, King Osric, it is an honor to have you here,” I thank while grabbing the beautiful ornate sword. I blush looking up into his proud hazel green eyes. “As your King it is an honor to announce both of my mates, Beta Embry and Alpha Raven Bloodwrath. Beta Embry kneel,” Osric speaks with pr

Months and months of investigation would have gone down the drain if he had. He slipped through shadows like a ghost, following the racket Nathaniel was making with his beta. The spineless coward wasn't even going to try and defend his title. He had left his men to the mercy of an unknown threat. It was an honour to be an Alpha of a pack but Nathaniel had no honour. Rounding the corner the four werewolves surrounded the SUV. Sierra and Alvaro had shifted, their tawny and black pelts and glimmering in the moonlight as they stilled, their hard eyes on the two men.

I would target them at their weakest point and see who did best. "As you all know, I'm Raven, the annoying girl who was a little too loud. If you have forgotten me, then I’m Raven Jacobs, the new Head Warrior. Which means it’s my job to make sure you are all at your best. The Blood Moon pack is one of the strongest packs in the country, and with it, we are always in everyone’s line of sight. Things may have calmed down since the battle that occurred three years ago but there is always the chance of danger. So, we need to be in the best shape possible."

“I will not stop until the Crimson Blood Pack is reduced to a memory until their name survives only as a warning carved into history.” He took a slow breath. “They will be hunted, broken. Erased so completely that nothing remains to rise again.” Still, there was no rage in him. No reckless hunger for blood. Only certainty… cold and absolute. “Their pack will fall,” Riven continued. “Their lands will bleed. Their Alpha will learn what it means to awaken something far worse than himself.” He paused then, watching Mira closely.

“Night ravens are prophetic birds. They see multiple timelines, multiple futures. If we can show one that helping us leads to a timeline it prefers, it will cooperate.” “And if we can’t?” “Then they’ll kill us,” she said simply. “Night ravens don’t tolerate those who would try to take from them by force. And they’re more than capable of ripping apart even an Alpha lycan.” Ryker groaned. “Of course they are. Because this wasn’t dangerous enough already.” I stood, testing my balance. I felt different somehow, though I couldn’t pinpoint how. Lighter maybe? Or just… less certain of myself?

Lyra, Rowan, and Darius raced to the eastern walls just as the sky turned black. Not with storms. But with wings. Hundreds of them. Ravens. Blood-bound and glyph-marked, summoned by dark priestcraft. Each carried a payload — small, sharp spheres. “They’re not birds,” Rowan muttered. “They’re bombs.” The ravens descended. Explosions rocked the valley, shaking the foundations of the stronghold. The wolves howled in terror and fury, diving for cover as magical fire tore through the eastern flank. Lyra stood firm at the gate, raising her hand. Her mark blazed, and a shimmering silver shield erupted in a dome over the inner camp.

It was a serpent swallowing its own tail, crowned with a sigil of thorns surrounding a full moon. The Ravenblood Pack—a bloodbound faction of werewolves. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. My hand snapped up on instinct, locking around the figure’s throat. My grip was weak. Too weak. But my rage did what strength couldn’t. “What the hell is this?! Where am I?!” The figure didn’t flinch or blink or breathe. There was just … emptiness. Then pain exploded in my limbs as something yanked my hand away from the figure’s neck, finger by finger, like I was being peeled apart. I was slammed flat again against the dais.

“When we stormed the castle, I didn’t recognize anyone from before. I always figured that Throme killed most or all of them when he took over. If he were smart, he would have killed the traitor, too. It’s what I would have done.” Of course… But how the hell would he know that? There were thousands of wolves coming and going every day, how--- And then I remembered who I was talking about. This was Rain fucking Blood! He’d spent the last 10 years of his life honing and tuning his stills to make him the ultimate predator. To survive in a world that took without compassion. That killed without mercy...

He screams and drops to the floor. “You remember the circle you drew when you were taking my memories,” Raven continues quietly. “You remember the vow you swore when you handed me over to thise monsters.” Her eyes burn silver-blue. “Blood binds both ways.” Raphael claws at his chest. “Raven... please... listen to me...” He coughs again.