Novels by Raven Writer

Grayson knelt beside Caldwell’s lifeless body, her hand pressed against the warm pool of blood spreading beneath him. The faint hum of distant footsteps made her instincts scream to move, but she remained frozen for a moment.Caldwell’s final words echoed in her mind: “They’re everywhere… and they’ve already won.”Her grip tightened on her weapon, her sharp eyes darting toward the corridor. Whoever had fired that shot was long gone. A professional. No mistakes, no witnesses.But the truth hadn’t died with Caldwell. Not yet.She searched his pockets quickly, finding a secure USB drive tucked inside his jacket. She slipped it into her coat, rising just as the sound of approaching guards forced her to retreat into the shadows.Meanwhile – The Underground GarageMark arrived just as Felicia emerged from the service stairwell, her face pale but her steps determined.“Felicia!” he called, his heart racing as he closed the distance between them.She turned, relief flashing in her eyes for ju

The moment the lights flickered, the tension in the grand hall of the Whitehall Estate spiked like a live wire. Guests exchanged wary glances, but the guards were already mobilizing, their hands on their weapons as the security system powered down.Felicia’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the vault’s bulletproof glass begin to hiss open. Her mind raced. Who else is here for the ledger?Mark’s voice came through the comm link in her ear. “Felicia, don’t move. Grayson and I are on our way to the auction floor.”Felicia’s eyes darted across the room, landing on Caldwell. He hadn’t moved. The president stood near the far wall, his face unreadable as he spoke quietly to one of his aides. The way his lips tightened, the subtle flicker of unease in his eyes—it was clear he hadn’t planned for this interruption either.But Caldwell wasn’t a man easily thrown off balance.Felicia whispered into the comm, “Caldwell looks rattled, but he’s not leaving. Whatever happens here, he wants

The rain had eased, but tension hung heavier than the storm as the van skidded to a halt under the cover of an abandoned train depot on the outskirts of Black City. Rusted metal beams loomed above them, the scent of damp earth and oil lingering in the air.The escape had bought them minutes, but Mark knew minutes were never enough.Grayson killed the engine, the van settling into a tense silence.Nathan was the first to break it, his voice controlled but tight. “We can’t stay here long. Caldwell will have already flagged the city’s surveillance grid. He’s going to lock down the entire district looking for you both.”Mark was still gripping Felicia’s hand, but his mind was elsewhere—calculating, planning, searching for the angle they hadn’t yet seen. He turned to Nathan, his voice razor-sharp.“We can’t keep running. We need to be two steps ahead of Caldwell. You said the ledger wasn’t just financial records. You said it was a blueprint for corruption in this city. Where’s the real one

The world seemed to slow in the aftermath of the explosion.Glass crunched beneath Mark’s boots as he shifted, his arms still protectively wrapped around Felicia. Her rapid breathing matched the racing of his own heart, but he kept his focus on the shadows outside the blown-out window.The figure in the gray suit stepped forward through the swirling smoke, the red laser sights of his tactical team sweeping across the room.Nathan pressed himself against the wall, gun raised but not yet firing. Grayson crouched low near the door, her weapon trained on the intruders but her finger not yet on the trigger.It wasn’t a firefight—yet.The man spoke, his voice calm but authoritative, the tone of someone used to giving orders.“Mark Ryder. Felicia Blackwood. You’re both coming with us. Step out quietly, and no one else has to get hurt.”Mark didn’t move. His mind was running through every possible scenario. Surrender meant death. Fighting was a death wish too—outnumbered, outgunned. But there

The wind howled against the windows of the safe house as Felicia stood near the door, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. The revelation of her true lineage still echoed in her mind, but it didn’t matter—not right now.She needed Mark.Nathan Cross stood near the window, watching the shadows shifting outside with trained focus. His phone buzzed, and he glanced at the message. A single line flashed on the screen:“Inbound. 10 minutes. Secure the target.”Felicia noticed the tension in his face. “What is it?”Nathan hesitated, his jaw tightening. “Mark’s on his way. But we have company. Edward’s remaining men—whoever’s left—must have picked up your location. They’re moving in.”Felicia’s heart raced. “Then we have to leave. Now.”Nathan shook his head. “No. If we move now, they’ll catch us in the open. I’ve signaled for backup. Mark is almost here—”“I’m not waiting,” Felicia snapped, her voice firm. “If Mark’s close, I’m meeting him. I’m done being used as leverage.”Before Nathan

The body lay still. Edward Feathering was dead.But Mark felt no victory. No relief.Only the hollow ache in his chest.The words Edward had spat with his dying breath echoed relentlessly in his mind—You’ll never see her again, Mark.It wasn’t over.Nathan Cross stood silently a few feet away, his gun lowered, his expression grim as the rain finally ceased. The mist from the river curled around the industrial yard, thick and heavy, swallowing the world into silence.Grayson approached cautiously, lowering her own weapon but keeping a watchful eye on the rooftops. “We need to go. Now. The longer we stay, the more exposed we are.”Mark remained frozen, his gaze locked on Edward’s lifeless body, his mind racing. Something didn’t feel right.It had been too easy.This wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be.Nathan shifted closer, voice low but urgent. “Mark. He was just a pawn. Killing him didn’t stop anything—it barely delayed it.”Mark’s head snapped toward him, eyes blazing. “Then who’s really