10 Raven の小説・ストーリー

Zach reprimanded them both, and they both fell silent. "This will help us now," said Raven, referring to the black box she was holding. He opened it and we saw that it was a ring. It was six silver rings, to be exact. The design is full of rings with glued diamonds of various colors. The design of the rings is just the same. It's cute! "Here. Those rings will light up when I press the violet diamond. I will press it once I feel something strange, " said Raven. "Don't tell me you invented it too?" Brent asked

Raven’s face sparkled with a minute of anger and frustration. “You ain't getting on my nerves intentionally, right?” She asked me. I leaned forward. “Let me keep you company. You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I can remain invincible" My voice was calm. Raven gave up. “ Will be studying the pack to collect information about the Crimson Fang and how we can attack them.” She rushed her words.” You must remain a ghost if you must come” I nodded, my words crisp. “ Very well”

I follow wordlessly as Hannah checks on Sienna. Raven is short, but her deadly demeanor makes her 3 inches taller. She has the body of a warrior, broad shoulders, hips, round ass, and legs that have climbed many mountain tops in her days working with air force’s extraction team. Too bad she preferred the company of a woman. Her light green eyes are small, but get smaller when she’s worried, and the lines around her eyes are the only giveaway that she is in her late 30s. “River just called. Apparently Natasha is the one with the problem, not Sienna.”

He yelled, banging his hand on my table. "You tell me why I shouldn't be calm. Because obviously, I shouldn't be when you're the one who barged into my office for unknown reason" I asked. Raven was flapping its wings against her cage, and also sending a series of images to my head. It was all that of her plucking out Igor's eyes or scratching the hell out of his chest till it gets to his heart. Raven can be scary and honestly, she scares me sometimes. "If you dare try to deny killing my sons, I could fuck you up right now" He yelled.

Raven "Listen Riley. You wanted me to give you a chance and I did and I am saying that I don't feel anything for you. I never committed to you. We never got physical and I am not emotionally attached to you. You are a good man but I don't have feelings for you." Riley "You are lying." He was shouting and everyone Started looking at us. Raven "Why are you creating a scene here? " Riley "You really care about that? I mean you ditched me." He was talking loudly. Raven "Shut up Riley. Don't create a scene here." But he didn't care. Riley "Listen up everyone. This is Miss Raven Parker. The only child of a successful businessman and industrialist. She has a hobby of ditching boys. Bloody bitch."

Then she gives a tight hug to Mike. The reason why Rose can't be with Mike for a whole night to care she's just want to drink till getting drunk because of the mortifying result of Mike's health as what the doctor said a big chance that Mike disease will ravage his body in a short period the doctor also estimates that this will only take seven or eight years and assuring that while living with this disease he will suffer in hospitalization and several operations meanwhile John is almost done cleaning in Mike's room he then notices the tenth letter inserted in flower vase he picked it up because John is curios. "why this envelope is color black and the number ten is gold not sealed and there'

“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.

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

Hollowborn screamed, Hunters faltered, and even the rogues recoiled. Raven’s scream cut through the chaos, pure and terrifying, as she moved through the battlefield like a god. Every strike, every surge of energy, every motion was precise, as Riders and guardians alike followed her lead, their combined power amplifying hers, creating a symphony of destruction that no army could withstand.