Hello everybody. This is Raven's partner. On the eve of her 50th birthday, I decided to finish something for her that would mean a lot to her. I created a blog for her with all her stories, including all of her Chronicles of Raven, including the last few that she'd written before her passing.

It is my unfortunate mission to inform all of you that Raven has passed away. They passed away right before their surgery on August the 7th. I will tell you that they enjoyed your community.

In a decaying Houston apartment, Kurt slumps on a threadbare couch, haunted by Bubbles’ sultry whisper, “Become Candy.” Her platinum curls shimmer, eyes spinning blue-green. The Gigglesville website glows on his laptop, neon hues beckoning, her cotton candy scent lingering in his restless dreams.

In a dim Chicago bathroom, Lisa Caldwell, 22, confronts a mirror, heart racing as a hairasite invades her scalp. Her face reflects terror, hands trembling. Shadows flicker on tiles, her mind shifting, a dark ambition emerging, setting her on a path of chaos in the city.

In a Houston apartment, Kurt and Mark, trapped in despair, see a commercial for Dr. Nathan Giggles’ Clown School. Its hypnotic promise of joy pulls them in. They fill out applications, Mark dreaming of spreading laughter, Kurt seeking escape. Only Mark’s passion wins a spot at Gigglesville.

My name is Kevin. I am 35. Anxiety traps me. On a dating app I see Kelsey’s profile—blonde, blue-eyed, radiant. I message her, as Chicago guy likes books. She doesn't answer. I’m a slob, but I want to be better. Her smile is a beacon, pushing me to hope for more, to escape this dark, lonely cage.

Scott Harper, 46, stands on the Elysian Dawn’s deck, arm around Emily. “Twenty-five years,” he murmurs. Ethan and Lily, their kids, planned this cruise. Ethan snaps photos. “No work, Dad!” he teases. Lily sketches waves. “You deserve this,” she says, eyes warm, as the sea glimmers at dusk.

In the sorority lounge, Carissa, queen bitch, rules with venom. "Wilma, gala duty's yours. Don't fuck it up, or you're done," she sneers. Wilma's dark eyes burn, her voice sharp. "You'll regret that, Carissa." A feud, born from a stolen scholarship and racial hate, festers as Wilma plots revenge.

Mary and Janet wander through tough streets, burdened by life’s struggles. Tom's affair with Lisa has soured Mary's marriage. Meanwhile, Janet hides her feelings for Mary, fearing rejection. The thrift store represents a glimmer of hope, urging them towards adventure in their dull existence.

Albert stands on his porch, coffee mug in hand, staring at Dee as she carries boxes next door. She glances over, smirking, “Hey, neighbor, wanna help?” His heart races, shocked a beauty like her notices him, wondering if this is real. They lock eyes, her teasing grin pulling him in.

From Ghost to Goddess: The Birth of the Jackal

"Yes, Miranda, and why do you believe there is a demon inside of you?" "'Cause there is, Doc. Haven't you been listening to a word I've been saying?" "Yes. A dark presence, feelings of cruel manipulation, and domination, but these are all human feelings." "Not when I make them happen, Doc."

In my lab, I, Dr. Elise Kane, envision a future where women hold power. Drawing inspiration from Sam Beckett’s journals, I get ready to enter my Quantum accelerator, eager to reshape history and fully express my identity as an unrestrained goddess.

At dusk, 34-year-old businessman Jack arrived in the city. He got a call from his friend Bryant, who wanted to arrange “female entertainment.” Jack, tied up with a conference at the Grand Meridian Hotel, informed Bryant that he was on his way to a hotel instead.

Holy conquest! Pink fog turned Bruce Wayne(Batman) into Bryce, bending Gotham’s rogues, Diana, Zatanna, Lois, and Superman into Clara to her will! Now she hunts Green Lantern in Coast City! Will Hal’s ring fall to her seductive mist? A rooftop trap awaits! Stay tuned!

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What’s this? Our Caped Crusaders, struck by pink fog, became female vixens, enslaving the Joker, the Riddler, and Alfred (as Allie), turning them into lustful pets! Wonder Woman storms Gotham for Bruce! Will Bryce’s violet fog claim her? A sultry trap awaits! Stay tuned for the clash!

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What's this? A pink fog blankets Gotham City? Look out Batman and Robin, this looks insidious! What is in store for our intrepid caped crusaders? What does this pink fog mean? Find out next time!

Alex drives Sam, one of his closest friends, to Grand Lake, Colorado. His eyes are burning for revenge after Sam has betrayed him many times. Dating his younger sister, and then her heartbreak, unpaid loan of $5,000, and finally fucking his fiancée Mary. Sam in the passenger seat has no clue.

This is the conclusion to The Curse of the Crimson Keys Chapter Three: The Ghost White stone Manor.

This is Chapter Two in The Curse of the Crimson Keys. The Rise of Kamsalut

This is part one of a trilogy called Curse of the Crimson Keys. Chapter One: Vampire Verses

Alexander unearths a clay cylinder at a Corinthian dig site, its warm seal etched with snakes and a woman’s face. He mutters, “Another thread to unravel,” sensing its weight. The artifact hints at a serpent priestess, tied to Medusa, her gaze transforming men into women. His obsession ignites.

Dennis, an Amazon worker, battles chest pain and exhaustion at 38, his heart scarred by two attacks. He toils for Nicole, his wife, whose dream of a child is fading. Their love is strong, but her silent grief over failed fertility treatments weighs heavily, pushing Dennis to wish for her happiness.

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After the death of both his parents, Benjamin Carter and his wife Natalie attend the dual funeral. Natalie looks at him and says, "You can cry." Benjamin looks at her and goes, "No, men don't cry." Natalie can see the hurt. She wishes he would show more of a feminine side.

On a drizzly night, Amanda, a girl with chestnut pigtails, was doodling cats when Carla, exhausted from her diner shift, handed her a Nintendo DS. Her giggles created an Animal Crossing island, not realizing this little gift would take her down a shadowy road.

This is the sequel to the story I told earlier. I call this The Rise of Veyra(It is told from Rebecca's point of view.)

My name was once Harry Talbot. One fateful, stormy night, I encountered a woman on Rochester Road, her eyes filled with fear. I took her to my cabin. Her name was Lina, she was wounded, acting oddly and murmuring strange words. I let her stay the night, but little did I know my life would change.

I am Martin, standing by the river, my life in shambles—my wife is gone, my kids are silent, and friends have vanished. Whiskey haunts me and God seems distant. The cold water tempts me with escape until Seraphine's voice breaks through: 'Why?' Her playful smile offers a deal I can’t refuse.

In a dilapidated Springfield workshop, Damien and Bruce plot a dark scheme. As Damien alters a rifle that turns people into skin suits, he spots a newspaper article on Amanda, their target. Bruce anxiously observes the collars and a cat skin suit, fully aware of the horror they're about to unleash.

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At 98, Victoria Worthington's disdainful presence fills her dark manor in Harrow's End. When her lifeless body is discovered, her vast fortune hangs in the balance until a will reveals that her possessions, money, and mansion will go to the woman who can embody her spirit.

18 year-old Chloe Thompson runs into the living room, setting a black statue on the table. "Look what I found at the antique shop!" Her father, Harold, retorts, "Get that thing off my table." Mother Linda says, "I think it's adorable." Ethan, her twin brother, adds nonchalantly, "Whatever."

In the tranquil town of Seacrest Hollow, home to 1,200 residents, 65-year-old Desmond Holt, who was battling cancer, purchased a Nikon F3 at a local sale. With no photographer in town, he decided to take on the role himself, becoming the sole photographer of the community.

I want to send a thank you to everyone who's read one of my stories. I now have one hundred followers. Thank you everyone, I hope you continue to enjoy the stories that I write.

In his bedroom, Brian paints neon cityscapes, grieving his father lost in a plane crash. 'Why did you leave me, Dad?' he sobs. In the hallway, Celeste eyes a jewelry case, scheming to turn Brian into her perfect daughter. 'The daughter I've always wanted,' she whispers, plotting.

Evan Lamb, 22, jobless, grieving his parents’ death, wanders a thrift store to ease his pain. A brass lamp gleams, whispering his name. He calls Veronica for comfort after his firing. Her voice cold, she sets a dinner date. Shaking his head, he buys the lamp, its weight heavy with promise.

At just 22, Sarah worked in retail and led a simple life in her unassuming apartment. Renowned for her outstanding customer service skills at her job, one day she received an enigmatic brown package that stirred intrigue in her otherwise mundane existence.

Tom sits in the silver SUV, watching Lisa enter the department store. Their recent argument lingers in his mind, filled with hurt and betrayal. With a heavy heart, he grips the steering wheel, the weight of their troubled marriage dragging him down as dusk settles around him.

This is not part of The Raven Chronicles. It is called The Siren's Call.It follows four young men in autumnal Coastal Haven, their lives upended by a mysterious supernatural event. A dark force awakens, twisting bonds and faith, leading to a haunting reckoning, veiled in mist and whispers.

It's a stormy morning, and I'm on my way to the Church of the Fallen. Today's the day that Sarah becomes one of Sister Sable's disciples, now and forevermore.

Watching the rain fall, I think of Sarah, who will leave today for the Church of the Fallen. Tomorrow, she transforms. I recall our early days, our love, and marriage, but those memories no longer hold the same feelings. Our love is truly gone.

On a dark stormy night, after a lackluster session enjoying Sarah’s body, my ex-wife sat naked, sapphire hair spilling, red eyes dim. “You’re leaving for the Church,” my voice softened, the penthouse humming with neon reds, rain lashing the windows.

Here at Serenity Spa, I ponder over Detective Kimberly Anders. Her chief is already in my control, and I anticipate that she will soon be as well. Meanwhile, a fresh arena for corruption emerges. This spa serves couples, men, and women, striving to create a calm space for them to reconnect.

One month in Crescent City, I find a black parchment letter under my door, sealed with purple wax. It reads, “Seek the Roost where shadows dance, a truth in neon light awaits. Unravel it or lose the fight.” I grin, ready to face my unknown rival.

I walk through Crescent City's neon streets, craving Silverlight Studios. Its charm will fall before me. But thoughts of my rival, Detective Kimberly Anders, linger. I anticipate our game, knowing exactly how I want it to end.

Serafina’s voice fades as I hang up, her success igniting my hunger for chaos. Crescent City’s neon streets pulse, SynTech’s towering headquarters gleaming ahead. “My next corruption begins now,” I purr, striding toward the I-Syn’s launch, my dark designs unfolding.

I am lounging in my Crescent City loft, plotting my next move. The dark stranger who gave me my powers intrudes with a warning: “A rival rises with a pendant of power.” I smirk and say, “Let them try." My schemes are alive in the neon night. I then head out for my next act of corruption.