Raven Wild 소설 & 이야기

I did, it was a buck, a big one. ”You girls do your thing,” Raven said and took a seat on a rock as she pulled up a blood bag from the frozen compartment in her bag. Both me and Lydia smiled as we stripped off our clothes and shifted into our wolves. Hunting was one of nature's pleasures. It was the circle of life and a chance for our wolves to truly emerge themselves into their habitat and their natural selves.

Clay's mocking voice joined Cary’s as Gunner sauntered up behind Roan. But Raven wasn’t ready to surrender. She tucked her hind legs in close to her belly and kicked out with all her strength. Roan flew backwards, taking his brother down with him. But she didn’t even wait to see where they’d land before taking off again. Raven ran like the wind, determined to show her mates she was worthy. And by the time they caught up again, I had shifted back and was pulling on my clothes. “You definitely have the speed of an Alpha.” Clay acknowledged as he and his brother sauntered across the yard, both in human form.

As the energy begins to build in the area, I notice the ground surrounding us is glowing red and white like when we restrained Jonathan. ‘Raven’s using too much power, she needs to pull back or she’ll hurt herself,’ Clover looks at me with a worried expression, and my heart races as I focus on Raven, feeling for her. ‘Thank you, Clover,’ I whisper, focusing on what we need to do to change the wolves into lycans, before turning my attention to Raven. I shake my head feeling how much power she’s putting behind this moment, knowing it will be too much. She has never had good control and always goes overboard, but his time she is risking herself, and her three pups.

Raven's POV I woke up with a muffled scream, I looked around my room to discover that the candle I took from the pantry had burned out. I was sweating profusely. I just woke up from a nightmare which looked like reality. The same dream had been plaguing my dream for long. My name is Raven. I am seventeen years old. I belong to the Attic Moon pack, I don't have parents. Yes, I was raised by the kitchen hands in my pack Alpha's house. Everybody tried their best to avoid me, they say I bring bad luck everywhere I go.

Raven with her wild black curls and mischievous grin, and Ryker, his emerald green eyes that reminded me too much of his father, whoever he truly was. “But mama,” Raven pouted, her tiny hands cupping something. “Look what I found! It’s a ladybug!” Ryker, ever the quiet and slightly disinterested one, leaned against the nearest tree, his arms crossed like a grownup he wished he’d be sooner than later. “It’s not even rare, Raven.” “It’s still pretty,” she shot back. “Pretty just like mama.” I shook my head, half smiling despite the fact that I should be scolding them for wandering too far. “You two will be the death of me. Come on now, those traps won’t check themselves.”

even if one of those wolves was supposed to be mine. Raven stood in the centre of it all, her red curls cascading like a waterfall down her back, a silver thread woven through every lock. Her dress was nothing short of ethereal, a masterpiece of moon lace and frost-spun silk, with a bodice that glittered like starlight and a flowing train kissed by ancient runes. She looked powerful. Beautiful. Untouchable. And Declan... gods.

Raven said and tapped his warrior's shoulder. "I will, Alpha," Flint said. Raven went inside his car and drove away. He turned the radio on and listened to the music while driving. He felt conflicted. Raven was excited for Brienne to come to his pack, but at the same time, he was afraid of her finding out that he was not an ordinary man but a werewolf.

“Don’t waste your breath, beautiful. You can’t learn us to be civilized. We’re wolves.” He pulled his finger away, and I said, “Raven is a wolf, too. She’s not a slob.” “Raven is a rarity, an enigma. Sort of like you. You wanna come into the house to chat, or did you want to stand around out here?”

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

His mate, his queen, was alive, and she was unstoppable! But Raven was no longer Raven - she had transformed into a massive, unstoppable beast, driven by a singular mission. Her speed was incredible, and Niklaus and Lukarien found themselves struggling to keep up. They frantically scanned the sky, their eyes scouring the horizon for a glimpse of her majestic form. But she was gone, vanished into the distance, leaving them to wonder where she was headed.