Glow Raven Kennedy Novels & Stories

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

"Really? I know a lot of people." Gloria flung herself into the chair, scratching her tangled hair. As she deepened in contemplation, I scanned her. Not only was her hair disheveled, but I could see rope marks on her wrists. Her shoulders and neck were covered in dozens of crimson spots. Even more was revealed when one looked at her inadvertently risen skirt. Ugh, kinky. "Ugh, actually, yes." Gloria finally answered. "I have no idea what beef you have with this man. But yes, you know him. It's Killian from the Ravens."

She had hair as black as night, and eyes so silver it was almost transparent. She was dressed in black leather, and my eyes fell on the piercings in her nose and her full bottom lip before meeting her gaze. She didn't smile when she stretched her hand to me. “Hi.” She said, and there was something intense about her stare. “I'm Raven. The Gamma.” Our gaze continued to linger as I took her hand. Surprisingly, for someone so cold, her hand was deliciously warm. “Hi.” I smiled. Her eyes flickered to my lips, and back before, a ghost of a smile appeared on her face. “You're prettier than he described.” She said, and I felt my face grow hot.

His gaze followed, lingering on my curves, every inch of my exposed skin. The intensity, like a fever, burned me alive and I forgot that thumping of my heart and the nerves pulsating through me. When his eyes fell to pant, he bit his lips—an act that seemed unconscious. My pussy shamelessly throbbed. “Perfect.” A smile burnt on his lips as he rose to his feet, dipping his hand in his pocket. “Who knew Little Raven would have grown into such a beautiful woman.” It was a nickname he had given me then, because of my jet-black hair and onyx eyes.

Raven reached for a pack of cigarettes and held out the packet for Elena. She shook her head. “I don't smoke.” “Yet…” Raven added. Silently, Elena watched Raven place the stick of cigarette between her lips and light an end on fire. Raven didn't look like most of the girls back home. Dark purple hair that shimmered faintly under the light, tanned skin, face piercings and a tattoo sleeve. Raven blew out a puff of smoke. “So what're you in here for? You know majority of the people who join in are homeless people who've got no place to go.” She eyed Elena briefly. “You don't exactly look like you've been homeless.”

His eyes widened, and then he smiled, a bit too big for someone who was trying to play it cool. “You’re Raven, right?” he called out. I nodded. “That obvious?” He laughed, jogging over. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen, all lanky limbs and teenage energy. His aura was faintly Alpha, just enough to make me pause. “I’m Kellan,” he said. “I’m Alpha River’s cousin. He’s not here yet, but he told me to keep an eye out for you.” Of course he did. I raised an eyebrow.

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 night was wonderful, with a bright moon in the sky full of stars. Raven’s dress was red, with white lace covering her, together with her belly, that has seen now, because she was close to giving birth. She was stunning, and Dana could hold her tears. “Why are you crying?” Raven asked. I should be the one crying, I’m nervous like hell”, she was in front of the mirror, fixing her hair nervously. It wasn’t necessary, but she didn’t know what to do, she was too scared.

My house or the fields nearby had always been our go-to. I knocked on the door and it didn't take long for Raven Galan to rush out in a whirl of vanilla perfume and jangling jewelry. Her long hair fell behind her shoulders in elegant, black curls, and her makeup expertly done. Raven was a lot better at makeup than anyone I knew. At prom times, she always did the girls' makeup from school and never charged nearly as much as it was worth.