Novel & Cerita Black Company Raven

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

He's been hatching his plans for a long time and could remember how it all started. It is just gonna be a little while and he would crush Raven to pieces. Raven seemed not to have known he was the mastermind of this alliance. Raven got to her cottage up the hill in a farther part of the city. removed her mask and the same time the lights went off. Only the moonlight rays could permit her view in the already dark room. Her men came in all injured. One of them slumped on of the chairs looking very tired. He had a huge bite mark on his arm.

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 k on his face the moment the secretary said that.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.

“To end this foolish war. You and I both know this cannot last forever, Elara. Come to me—face me at the Black Hollow. We will settle this once and for all.” A shiver ran down my spine at the name. The Black Hollow was an ancient, cursed land, a place where the veil between realms was thinnest. Raven took a step forward, his expression darkening. “If you refuse, I will keep hunting you. I will destroy everything you have rebuilt. Your mother, your people, your precious Kael... I will burn them all.” A growl rose in my throat. “You’ll regret underestimating me.” He let out a low chuckle. “We’ll see.”

But being on Royal over all ropes most times, one could hardly guess what his body looks like. His short, yet well-arranged, dark copper hair was tousled accordingly backward, and his confidence in that best demanded attention. This was far more amazing than I had thought, probably because I never saw any good thing about him initially. There is no doubt that he is indeed good-looking and very attractive. But how come I haven't seen all these or even imagined them? I also observed that the upper part of the arm was tattooed with the name ‘Raven’ in capital letters.

Behind him stood Raven, dress torn, barefooted, looking shaking and a bit disorganized but otherwise unhurt. I fought the urge to let out a sigh of relief. "Well, if it isn't The Black Widow, life and in person." She stood there, trying to catch her breath. "Jokes? Now? Really." I opened the door, "Come in, you have quite some explaining to do." *** "I told you, I took karate classes in school." She hissed, exasperation in her voice. I raised an eyebrow, "Karate?" "Yes." "Raven, you swung over a 70-foot drop onto concrete on a rope," I said, turning over to look into her eyes, she looked down, apparently uncomfortable. "You don't learn that from a middle-aged potential sex offender with a dr

God dammit! Severing major arteries is messy business, and I’m usually able to keep myself out of the line of fire, but not today it seems. My black hair is matted with blood, my maroon bra looks black from the blood soaking into it, and my matching maroon satin and lace panties are soaked and not in the good way. The gorgeous tattoos that cover the ivory skin of my arms and legs are now veiled in blood. I look horrific. But sometimes this comes with the job.

Their smell gave them away. "Humans" grunted at me. How could they have? Asra sighed. "I was hoping so." I nodded and without thinking twice, I made my blades emerge from the darkness. How long had it been since I last got into combat? Maybe I was a little rusty, but it would certainly be enough to deal with those humans, after all, I was still the great black king and had that title for a reason. My body was shrouded in shadows and my eyes shone in a rosy hue, it meant only one thing: my enemies would become empty corpses.