Novel & Cerita An Unkindness Of Ravens Lucas Scott

It cracked me up because I wasn’t expecting that. This is MAGIC from his little Raven. Will love to have a Mini Raven soon.

Hunderson stood, "Mr. Scott smiles a lot, and seems like a fun person. He and Eve look close because they talk casually, but the thing is, an invisible wall is between them. I care for Eve, even though she acts like she hates me. Take care of her. But don't let Mr. Scott see you that I see you two. You know what I mean, Raven." Huh? Okay? What was that? "I-I don't know what you mean, Mr. Hunderson, I—" "Soon, you'll know," he smiled before walking away. With a confused face, Raven walks towards the stairs—which is towards me! Oh no, he'll see me! Before he will see me, I should go first. I composed myself and walk like I didn't hear anything. He was startled seeing me. "Everleigh?" "I didn't

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

“You expect me to believe something like that?” “No. I expect you to listen.” I took a breath. “I have seen the future. Elara cheats on Alaric with Rowland. She gets beheaded. And Alaric… he becomes a tyrant. He becomes someone no one recognizes. He dies alone at a very early age. The Ravens were the only companions he had left.” Her smile faded. I continued. “The strange illness people think I have, the memory lapses… it is because I am not the owner of this body.”

"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.

“Ravenna is worth the cost.” Kevin shifted uncomfortably beside me, but I kept my focus on Lucas. “You want her alive, I presume.” “Alive,” he confirmed, his smile widening, “and unbroken. She’s strong, dangerous. And she belongs here, with me.” I didn’t respond immediately. I knew what kind of man Lucas was, the type who didn’t just take what he wanted, but made sure the taking left scars. Handing Ravenna over to him would be delivering her into a cage she’d never escape. Not that I cared, though.

”Sorry, damn, this is a lot harder than it looks just so you know,” he said and pointed to his feet. Raven rolled her eyes, ”Everyone, this is Lucas. He’s been a vampire for many months now yet he can’t seem to grasp the one thing all vampires do,” she scolded him with a look and he just smiled big, showing of his teeth as he looked around at everyone. ”So you guys are werewolves?” I looked at Avery, something switched in her eyes but only for a split second before it was gone, covered up by the same unreadable mask.

we entered.His eyes were still on me. Still burning.I met them and let him see what he had made.Clara Ravenshade, reborn in fire.The officiant began to speak, droning on about legacy and bloodlines. I barely heard him. My focus was on Lucas. He hadn’t spoken another word, but his posture told me everything. His fists were clenched, knuckles white. His wolf—restless beneath his skin. I could feel it, snarling against the bond we once shared.The bond he had tried to sever. The one that still shimmered in the air like a phantom thread.He hadn’t rejected me properly.He’d abandoned me, abused me, but never spoken the sacred words that would have broken the tie. And now, in this charged silence,

Raven The storm I had been building for months had finally broken. But it wasn’t unfolding the way I’d planned. Instead of standing alone at the center of my vengeance, victorious, I was flanked by ghosts—Clark, burdened by the weight of guilt and regret, and Marcus, the puppet master I’d failed to see until it was almost too late. And somewhere in the crowd, Emerson and Lila were watching this unravel with barely-concealed dread. They were no longer my only targets. But they were still part of the game.