Giantess Raven Novels & Stories

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

“In a way, I suppose me and Dante do oversee things, but we all do our part here, Raven. We all hunt and gather food, we all bring back fresh water, guard the camp, put together new homes, train together. We just all work together nicely in peace. “It all just looks and sounds so incredible, grams”. I told her with amazement. “It is Raven. This is my home, and I absolutely adore it”. She said with pride. “I’m so happy grams, to know you haven’t been alone all this time”. I said to her as I looped my arm through hers.

Emma's personal assistant, Diana Beltran, emerged and asked, "What's all this noise? It's a celebration, and you'll upset Mrs. Bray Senior." Raven was standing beside her. She was dressed in a mermaid-style gown with her hair elegantly pinned up to reveal her graceful collarbones. She looked completely different from the last time I had seen her. She walked past the crowd and stopped in front of me before asking, "Andre, are you okay?"

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.

Gamma Eric, the leader of my warriors within the castle grounds, greets me in the great hall. “Queen Raven will not be taken by the humans; every warrior will defend her until their dying breath. Not only is she our queen, she is the Goddess of Death and carrying pups, future princes or princesses. I will not surrender her to any outside power,” I begin to walk outside as the giant doors are opened by warriors who guard the entrance.

“…The Raven?” “Iris Sullivan,” she said. “With pitch-black hair as dark as a raven’s wing and all the intelligence to match it. Your great-great-grandmother. She was a vital person in the establishment of the Silver Mist but, after her father passed, she did eventually return home to lead as Alpha there.” I stared at her picture, the resemblance unquestionable. “…Did Iris hurt people?” I asked cautiously. “A raven is… it’s a symbol of death.”