Raven Vore Novels & Stories

We still couldn’t make out the message carved into the metal. I exhaled slowly, carefully, keeping my expression neutral as I looked back at the children. Leo laughed softly at something on the screen. Matteo leaned closer to his sister, shielding her without knowing he was doing it. Thalia’s fingers remained tangled in the doll’s dress, her small body relaxed against Rachel. “The Ravens didn’t appreciate the Gavies assisting us,” Mr. Vance said quietly. His voice was calm, but tight. “They want us cornered.” My jaw set.

“If you know Donovan, won’t he be happy about you being here?” I tried naming the vampire. His reaction was enough to tell that Donovan was someone to be feared. Why? Was he a murderer? A king? A mercenary? “I don’t care what he thinks.” He tried to maintain her attitude. “Oh yeah. I believe you.” I snapped sarcastically. “What is your name, vampire?” “My name is Raven,” he answered simply. “Raven Arrow San Victores.” San Victores? Where did that last name sound to me? I hit my forehead with my hand when I realized. So Raven is a relative of Donovan. Yes, I could see the resemblance. Maybe it was in the shade of her crimson eyes. Or maybe his sharp features.

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

I stated every word clearly. "Raven , he is protected by twenty professional guards . Nobody. Not even his own family could be around him without his guards . This snake doesn't trust anyone . If you want to attack him you need to do it using your brain . " he justified. I sighed in frustration . Biting down my lips harshly. This sly fox . I wish I could just rip off his throat right now . "Okay . What do you get ?" I asked. "This ." He said, handing me another file .

Raven knocked. The door opened a crack. A woman's face appeared in the gap. Old. Wrinkled. Tired. Her eyes were sharp, assessing. "Yes?" "Yelena Petrov?" "Who is asking?" "My name is Raven Wolfe. I need to talk to you about the Vlad family." The woman's face went pale. She tried to close the door. Raven wedged her foot in the gap. "Please. I just want to talk." "I have nothing to say."

"Raven is Dr. Helena Park. Neuroscientist. Worked on memory modification programs. Disappeared after the Circle's fall. Presumed dead but clearly isn't." "And Wolf?" Viktor hesitated. "Wolf is... complicated. No one's seen their face. No verified intel. But word is they're enhanced. Military-grade modifications. Circle's last black-ops project before everything collapsed. A ghost that makes ghosts." "Weaknesses?" Luna asked. "Serpent loves his daughter. She's his blind spot. Raven is obsessed with legacy. Wants her research to matter more than she wants anything else. Wolf..." Viktor shrugged. "Wolf is a cipher. Unknown. Unstoppable, by reputation."

Do you know what Vlad Tepes used to do to his enemies? Raven laughs. ‘Impale them.’ ‘How much time do you think that bitch can live with a stake up her ass?’ Raven thinks for a moment. ‘What would the stake be made of?’ ‘Not ash wood. I want her to fucking suffer for a long time before she dies.’ Raven grins. ‘I like the way you think.’ Red flips another page, and I finally take a photo of her. She stops reading and looks at me. “What are you doing?” she asks, confused.

She couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice. “Exactly that,” Raven explains, a certain edge coating her voice. She pulls her gaze from Sadie and fixes it on us. “You thought that it was a curse that was eating this pack, but it’s something else.” Rubbing my temples, I try to ease the migraine that had worsened because of whatever voodoo shit Raven did to me. For the hundredth time, I curse this day. It keeps getting worse instead of better. It’s getting on my fucking nerves.