An Unkindness Of Ravens Lucas Scott Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

A chorus of snickers and whistles followed. I looked up into the eyes of Marcus Hayes. His amber eyes glowed savagely as the fires grew. His auburn hair seemed ablaze as well, and the jagged scar down the side of his left cheek made him look ghoulish in the firelight. “Raven Cross,” he drawled, hands neatly folded behind his back. His smirk was cruel as he stared down at me. “I suppose you got the meeting you wanted after all.” “What have you done?” I whispered, unable to peel my eyes away from him.

No, I’m not going there. ‘This is unfair to Lucas. He is working just as hard in a thankless environment, might I add, and you haven’t even asked what he found or what kind of work. Shame girl.’ I internally sigh. Having a wolf in hiding only being able to communicate with me because anything else would be a death sentence around here can be annoying as hell. Especially when she is right. For fuck sake. “What did Raven say?” Lucas asks, now so close to my ear his breath is tickling me.

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

I keep screaming until my vision turns black. Then come their screams. The woman and the scarred man who stood before me seconds ago. I realize it isn’t just black I see, but ravens. So many ravens that I can’t see the light at all. When I finally calm myself, the ravens disperse, and what remains are the mangled bodies of those two strangers—picked to the bone. For a few seconds, I’m in shock, locked in silence. Then the quiet breaks as smaller sounds slip through. Ragged breathing.

“He changed.” My mom’s expression shifted from confusion to concern. “Raven,” she said quietly. “No,” I said immediately. “No, don’t look at me like that. I’m telling the truth.” Lucas rubbed a hand over his mouth, then lowered it. “Raven,” he said slowly, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.” “I saw Cassian turn into a wolf!” I shouted. A few people flinched. “I saw him on the ground,” I went on, my voice rising with panic. “His shirt tore and his bones were… and then there was fur and claws and...”

He was gone. Raven stood at her desk, her heart pounding, her hands shaking. She looked at the lilies. White. Innocent. A lie. She picked them up and dropped them in the trash. The rest of the day was a blur. Raven could not concentrate. She kept glancing at the clock, counting the hours until 8 PM. She told herself she was not going. She told herself she would go home and forget Lucas Gray existed. But her mind kept drifting back to him.

"But how?" Raven tilts her head, whispering. "Come and find me, Lucy." I reach for her, but she shakes her head. A playful smile curls her lips, and then she burns to ashes. Bright red flames eat her alive. Her dark hair, delicate features, and silhouette disappear in the blink of an eye, and I cover my face with my arm. "So bright..." My heart is pounding hard, leaving me uneasy. I lower my arm and stare at the empty spot where Raven sat for mere seconds. She is gone, but in her place lies a single feather—red and orange like the sunset.

"I’ve been beaten, starved, and humiliated. You think a wooden sword scares me? I’ve lived through a hell you can’t even imagine. If you want to test me, stop playing with toys and fight me like I’m the Queen I am." Lucas let out a low, rumbling growl of pride. Vane laughed—a short, sharp sound—and tapped the ground. "Fair enough, Luna. You’ve got teeth." But the victory was short-lived. A dark cloud began to roll over the mountain peaks, moving against the wind. It wasn't a storm. It was a mass of ravens, thousands of them, their croaks sounding like a funeral dirge. "They're here," Lucas whispered, his hand going to the hilt of his real sword.