Romans & histoires Raven Wild

Celie gestured around the clinic they were in, "this happened." "No shit sherlock," Raven replied with a straight face. Then she discovered Celie was right, and she did not know how to feel. It was literally the worst time to bear children. And Raven, a wanted murderer, as a mother? That might be the most ridiculous thing on earth. Raven always knew what to do, yet three years ago, she had no idea. She escaped as a criminal to an empty, underdeveloped island that she planned to build and evolve. The child could change many, many things.

“No, Erika, I won’t let you make a stupidity!” “Please, let me finish her off!” “You’re not like her, Erika! You’re not like her!” “She made me start this wild revenge! She made me wild! She made me this wild beast you see now! I can’t feel love, I can’t feel gratitude because of her!”

But Raven’s wolf didn’t slow down, as he barreled straight towards them, making me wonder if he had a death wish for the both of us. As the vampires now came charging in our direction, I realized now what Raven’s plan was. For years, Raven had made me watch old western movies with him, where the outlaws would ride their horses into a shootout, and right now I was to be an outlaw on my trusted horse, or should I say wolf’s back.

Then she spoke to me in her head: Raven made me promise I would tell no one though. We really don’t have a choice here because royal pain in the butt could throw a tantrum at any moment. Fine. I will tell him, but you need to protect me from Raven later. I nodded my head to tell her that her request would be granted. Bella took a deep breathe to center herself, then she said “Raven's mothers name was Twila Hunter. She was part of a very prominent hunting family and she was the best huntress there was for her time.” The room, already quiet, went deathly still.

As I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, the last thing I felt was the weight of his hand on mine, a silent promise that in the middle of the Wilds, in the middle of a war, I was finally, truly safe. But outside the cave, a single raven with eyes of burning red landed on a frozen branch, watching the waterfall. It let out a sharp, mocking caw before taking flight toward the North—toward the heart of the Coven.

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

The aura around him sank slightly, and his clear voice no longer carried even a trace of warmth as he calmly called out two words toward the empty mountain forest. "Raven." The moment his voice fell, the previously clear sky darkened abruptly. A giant raven with a wingspan of nearly ten feet, its entire body black as ink and its feathers gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, tore through the sky and dove down from the clouds with a howling rush of wind.

Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

he said with his eyes blazing gold this time around. He knew what he did to attain this position but his new people, the wolves he now ruled would have stoned him right here if they knew. Yes! He worked for Raven, doing all her spying just to be the ruler which had been his goal and now that he had gotten it he was happy. Raven was not after the death of the wolves and whatever creatures but after Tartal alone, he and his family. He walked away with his men following him, they would be meeting with the rest of the pack at the 'Elite Cavern'