Raven Method Novels & Stories

Raven is a brilliant student but suffers from mild dyslexia which makes it unbearable for her when it comes to computer based exams or tests. Raven makes straight A's and B's in written exams but doesn't do as much when it comes to computer based exams . She rushes to packs her things and prepare for school and then packs as many pills as possible so she doesn't feel too much pain. The bell rings for Language class and Raven packs the materials needed for her test. She goes in and notices that Devon replaces her seatmate Laura . Devon; hey Brownie!!! Raven; hi Devon. Thanks for coming around last night

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

“If that’s the demon’s way, I’ll take care of it.” “What will you do?” Damon asked. Raven sat down on the floor and immediately pulled the laptop out of her bag. The others sat behind her to see what she was going to do. “I am dizzy with the numbers of letters. How did you learn that program?” Hugo asked. Raven didn’t answer. She was busy with what she was doing. Tyler secretly smiled as he saw. Raven was about to find the source of the suicides. Cael turned towards Kyra. He was sitting next to her. Kyra was busy watching what Raven was doing.

"I say instead of killing him, we make him suffer first. We make it last longer." Damien’s expression shifted, his lips curling in agreement. "I like the way you think." Raven turned to face the gathered pack, her presence commanding. Her eyes swept over them, making sure every wolf in their ranks understood the weight of what she was about to say. "Instead of sentencing Ryan to death immediately, he will spend the rest of his miserable life locked away in darkness," she announced, her voice ringing with authority. "He will never speak to another soul again. He will never see the sun again. His days will be nothing but an endless abyss of solitude. He will rot in that cell, knowing he brough

Raven knew nothing came without a price. “Again, let’s dispel of the pretense. You will have to drink MY blood.” Raven gasped and knew that the Bitten and the Born shouldn’t risk mixing but speaking to this would expose her. How could she…no. She already felt drawn to pinch herbs as she traveled. She had a pocket full of herbs and medicines she had plucked from the wild as she ventured to follow this Barren into the unknown. Grabbing a handful of them came n her pocket and massaging them, she rolled and folded while she chanted the spell for protection from blood contaminants. Then pause took her. “What if these herbs cause me to lose my mama?” With resolve, she let the herbs loose in her po

The wolves’ eyes gleamed in the firelight, some nodding, others baring teeth in anticipation. “And I,” Raven said softly, power thrumming in her veins, “will wait where the ground rises. She’ll think I’m cornered. She’ll come for me herself.” Ragnar’s head snapped toward her. “You’re drawing her directly to you?” “Yes.” “You’ll make yourself the bait.” “I am the bait,” Raven said simply. “It’s what she wants. What she expects. Let her come for me, and when she does, she’ll find every one of you at my back.”

Knocking, she went inside hearing his distinct, "Come in." "Good morning, sir," Raven greeted him as she walked towards his desk. "Good morning, Raven. Since Mr. Van Halen is away for ten days, you would be working for me. Come with me. I'll show you your workstation, " said Mr. Baker with a smile. In fact, Raven was relieved that he was so easy-going. She could let her guard down for ten days, at least. He got up and Raven followed him out of his office to a small room opposite to his. There was a small workstation on one side and two chairs and some cabinets.

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.”

I continued. His brows lifted a bit. “Go on.” That made me freeze. That reaction— that simple invitation to continue— felt strange. This was new. He wasn’t dismissing me. He wasn’t cutting me off. He was waiting. “Explain your angle.” I hesitated. Damon noticed immediately, his brows knitting together in irritation. “Don’t just sit there,” he muttered. “You had something in mind. Say it.” I swallowed the unease and continued. “Raven is cautious, but he’s greedy. If he thinks there’s a leak or a hidden opportunity in the pack’s finances, he’ll move funds to secure it. That’s when we track him and expose his accounts.”