Blood Raven Book Novels & Stories

88 Noah. I heard the raven before I saw it. A low rustle of feathers, a heavy thud against the windowsill, and then silence. Unnatural and waiting silence. I stood in the library, one hand still on the old map spread across the table, the other clenching slightly. I didn’t rush to the window. I didn’t need to. I already knew what it was. The raven was bleeding. Its wing dragged behind it, bent unnaturally. One eye looked glassy, the other still watching me. Even before I pulled back the latch and let it in, I could smell the faint tinge of silver in the blood. Not enough to kill it but enough to send a message.

Raven took the blood from me and walked over to the small room attached to the hut "This Annalise comes from a rare breed. I have not tested the blood yet but there was a similar case many thousand years ago but the girl was mated to a vampire" I followed Raven into the room "Mind explaining this to me" I grumbled. "Are you totally dumb Alpha?" Raven spat pouring the blood into a pot and saving the rest. "This dumb Alpha owns your existence" I growled back. Raven looked intimidated, who wouldn't and walked out of the room "We'll have to wait three days for the results to be out. While we wait, here is a book on what Annalise might be" I hate constantly reminding Raven that she's indebted to

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

Chapter 1 It was late at night at around 10:30 pm in San Francisco a woman walked passed a street it was dark that she had to make use of a touch light in order to get a clear view of where she was heading to, just when she was about taking a step she felt something around her when she was about to look around she heard some strange voice which she found kind of weird, at first it was frighten, she asked herself "what could that be." while she stood there wondering what on Earth could have made such a weird sound, she was lost in her thoughts, then she heard a foot steps as if she was been followed by an unknown person, now she was scared because she knew it wasn't natural for all this thin

Talon is his name. Shit, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Griffin Masters, the alpha’s son. Delinquent and bad boy. I’m the guy your mother warns you to stay way from and she has every right too. I’ve been to juvie six times, and let’s say my favorite hobby isn’t exactly legal. But anyways, back to my demon side. Somehow during the month of my birth, I ended up with a demon blood. My mother told me how it happened, and made me swear to never tell anyone. Especially my father. The blood was of a very dangerous demon, and it blended with my wolf genes. Making me a hybrid. My father hates that side of me. He can’t say I’m not his kid because I am. DNA and all.

“You summoned me during a time of blood. I felt it before I even arrived.” I turned and gestured toward the crate still resting there. Raven walked over to it without fear. Her eyes scanned the body of Jarin without flinching. She reached into her sleeve and pulled out a small black vial. She uncorked it, whispered something in a language I didn’t recognize, and poured a single drop onto Jarin’s exposed chest—right where the blood rune had been stitched. Immediately, her eyes shifted. The deep black of her pupils bled outward until her entire sclera was swallowed in shadow. The torches on the walls faded a bit. The wind stopped. Everything went still.

CHAPTER 45 — BLOOD OF MY BLOOD, ASH OF MY ASH (Full-Length | 2,000+ words | High-tension, emotional, brutal, explosive) The ringing in Riven’s ears was a solid, disorienting wall of noise. It swallowed everything—the fire, the collapsing steel, and the echo of the explosion still rippling out into the night. Smoke burnt his lungs as he pushed himself up on shaking arms, coughing hard enough to taste blood.

Guns. The raven purge has begun.

“It looked like staring to me, dear.” Elira sighed like a hopeless child as Nireya wasn’t far from the truth. The texts were so unfamiliar to Elira, she barely understood what she’d been reading for the past few minutes. “Where did you get such a book?” Nireya asked, wiping her damp hands on the apron she wore around her neck. “It's a spell book,” Elira said at the same time the grinder came to a stop, her voice raising a bit too high and maidservants nearby shared worried glances. “My Instructor gave it to me.”