Novel & Cerita Black Company Raven

All those while, I was secretly watching him, while recording his acting on my phone camera. "I'm Richard Black, the president of the Black group". He introduced himself to her but the female secretary wasn't pleased with his answer as she doesn't know such a name like his own. "What's wrong? You don't believe me huh!! he questions her, wondering why she was doubting Him. "This isn't about believing you, it's just that the name on our list here doesn't match with your name! The president of the Black group was Raven Black". I could see the disappointed loo

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

No one knows who Raven is, and the fact that she was known as the killing machine made people in the assassin community assumed her to be a man. Who would have thought that he would be a she? "Now, Raven. Let me introduce you to your new team. This guy with dark blue hair will be responsible behind the scenes. He specializes in computers, and he'll be a very great help when tracking and looking for escape routes." Mr. Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black.

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

“Keep practicing on your shifting, Raven, and those rogues will have one hell of a shock when they see your wolf” “And they will, because I have no intention on letting Whitlock fight alone”. I said to him, then turned my full attention back to grams. “What about you?. “What about me?” “Well, we both know you have some things to work through to be at one with your wolf. Just imagine, not just one black wolf, but two!”. “I will work on my issues, Raven, and I’ll fight by your side to protect our family”. She said as she squeezed my hand with a sure look.

“Not today. I’ll set this up instead, so we’ll know where they are.” That actually made a lot of sense. I hadn’t even thought of that. If we couldn’t catch them now, then we could track them later. We wouldn’t have to rely on guessing anymore. As long as Raven didn’t notice and it stayed hidden, we could follow them anywhere. He turned his head toward me. “Do you know what Raven’s car looks like?” he asked. I nodded. “Black sedan. Dark tint. Plate number ends in 27.” “Let’s move,” he replied, already opening the door.

She was surprised to see the ointment. As lycans healed surprisingly fast, they almost never used medicines ever. She asked curiously, "Where did he even get this from?" Damon gave her a cool look before turning away to take out a cigarette. The smoke clouded his face, making his flawless visage even more evasive. Deep in thought, he smoothly changed gears driving too fast Leah had to clutch the seat belt. "Your Highness, that too fast." Her heart raced as he accelerated further, doging cars recklessly, cutting in between cars swiflty, so fast she saw the vehicles pass as blurs.

He covered his face with his black armor, only his eyes could be seen. "Attention!" he commanded them, all of them were wearing black robes, with arrows and bows in their backs, all sitting on same black horses. Except Trion's robe had a white mark at the shape of a crow at his chest. "Listen, my fellow Ravens. Our identity is - we all are Ravenmen, not some tiny, fuckin' birds! We are neither afraid of dark, nor of some stupid risen of Gods! Yeah, here we are, in front of the entrance of South Leafstone." "Yeah!" nine Ravens yelled in unison.

On my signal we entered. In the center of the room was a chair with wires and cables connected to a body strapped down. From first glimpse it looked like a ghoul. What are they doing? "Raven the witch!" Dustin called pointing to the elegant dark figure coming towards me. Her eyes were completely black, her skin as white as snow, jet black hair flowing behind her as she raced toward me. Still out of bullets I raised my blades prepared to take her on.