Giantess Raven Novels & Stories

And Raven… Raven began to rise. Her hair whipped around her in the force of the magic, her eyes glowing with an unearthly silver light. Her wolf, Ara, was no longer just beneath the surface…she was Raven now, god and beast fused in divine wrath. We all felt it. The shift. The moment the tides turned. The moment a goddess awakened. She stood up slowly, and the battlefield froze. Her eyes…no longer just purple, but glowing with an ethereal light that cut through the chaos like blades.

"Your Highness, I searched everywhere. But I cannot find any herb to cure our queen. Her condition is stable for now, but we don't know what that slave girl has used to poison, her highness. Our prince has her under his control. But she refused to reveal the truth" a healer shared with the Raven king, Cadmus Raven. Cadmus is restless. His wife and his queen Irina, who is a good soul was attacked when she was coming from a party hosted by the Nester Clan dragons. The Nester Clan are the grey dragons.

The forest seemed to go quiet for one tense breath. “If you’re really the moon goddess,” Selene sneered, “and you believe that pathetic little girl will save the wolves… then let’s see you beat me.” Raven stepped forward with purpose, her eyes locked on Selene. There was no fear in her, only the steady, rising power of who she was meant to be. Power surged around her as she lifted her head and spoke, her voice deeper now, echoing with divine strength. “I am Goddess Raven. Protector of all wolves. You will not beat me.”

“Raven who? Man, she's bold, picking a fight at a Madrigal family's party. They're all getting tossed out for sure." “You don't know Raven? She's the one who took gold at nationals, both a shooting champion and a race car driver. Didn't think she'd show up here. Looks even better in person, honestly." “What about the one in pink? Never seen her before, and that outfit's straight out of a vintage catalog."

“You- have you seen Raven? Is she here too?” Zien came and hugged Vincys. “Who the hell is Raven?” I asked with a confused look. Ares touched my face with a soft smile. My body burned. Oh, Goddess, I missed him so damn much. William winced a little. “Raven is the green haired demon. She is here, alright, and she is your- you know, sister,” he said as we finally reached the pack house. I had so many questions, but for now, I just wanted to be with Ares. I whirled towards him and sighed.

My mates and I all scream when his sword stabs right into Raven's torso, and effortlessly through her armor. "You think, you scare me? Have you forgotten you can't kill, nor beat me, I'm more than you ever bargained for. Being the Goddess of Death protects and gives me abilities you can only dream of." Raven groans as she pulls the sword deeper into her, so she is closer to Dagon. Once within reach, she extends her claws and digs them deep into his ribs.

Raven scoffed, walking into her room. "Cassidy has Terry and Bardot. She even has Drexa in her hands. Frankly speaking, she has the entire Elshers roped around her finger and can snap them apart whenever she pleases. You really don't think she'd come for you as well?" Chanel suddenly said and Raven stopped in her tracks. She didn't turn to look at Chanel but that didn't stop the girl from continuing, "She has the ultimate weapon capable of killing an Elsher. She can murder all of you and no one will question her. You know this but just choose to blindly believe she'll never hurt you."

“So, just wearing these makes it impossible for them to find me? No one will pull me into the Dream Realm. Or track me? Is that right? Are you sure?” Raven asked. She stared at the heavy necklace that now hung around her neck. It looked like a cheap piece of costume jewelry and nothing special at all. Tarnished silver.

“I saw the fire. You lit it. I’m inbound. Don’t move.” Callum raised an eyebrow. “Friend of yours?” “She saved my life once,” I said. “Now she’s saving it again.” Raven arrived less than four hours later—low orbit drop from a stealth glider, hitting the snow with a controlled roll and rising like nothing had happened. She pulled off her helmet, dark eyes scanning us with sharp efficiency. “You look worse than the intel,” she said, brushing snow off her flight suit. “But you did it. The Echo Seat. The virus. Even Marek’s scream got caught in the net. Nice touch.”