Blood Raven Chapter Master Novels & Stories

Scarlett / Raven’s POV I lay there, taking shallow breaths as every inch of my skin burned. My lips felt swollen and unfamiliar. Heat spread across my neck and jaw where angry hives had broken out. My hand drifted to my throat, scratching weakly at the irritated skin before I caught myself. Every breath felt heavier than the last. Alpha Dimitri stood over me, his forest-green eyes fixed on mine. Something unreadable flickered across his face. His jaw tightened, and he looked as though he was about to speak.

35 It was only a small portion of salmon cooked in olive oil, so it was easy to eat quickly before I could somehow lose my appetite. 118 Yet again, a food that's good for the blood. 27 Master had decided to keep me on his lap this time. For what reason? I'm not sure, but I'm hoping that it's not the same reason Xander keeps Doe on his. 365 So far, it hasn't. Master had just been drinking from the blood in his glass instead of drinking from me. 15 He's bound to drink from me eventually right? 207 I quickly shook the thought from my head, hurriedly finding something else to focus on.

When he saw me, panic flickered in his eyes before he forced a smile and approached. "Rex, long time no see. Congratulations on your company's IPO. It's truly a remarkable achievement." I nodded politely, feeling nothing but calm. "How have you been?" I asked. He forced a bitter laugh. "Frankly, the company has been in decline since you left. I was demoted and now only manage a small department." I smiled faintly and said nothing more. After the reception, my technical director rushed over. "Rex, bad news. Someone is trying to hack our core algorithm!"

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al

Sasha scrambled to her side, relief flooding her as she saw the slow rise and fall of her chest. “She’s alive,” Sasha said, tears prickling her eyes. “For now,” a voice said, chilling and familiar. The Master emerged from the shadows, his silver eyes gleaming with cruel delight. He moved with an unnatural grace, his presence commanding and suffocating. “You’ve brought my Heart so far,” he said, his gaze fixed on Sasha. “But this is where your journey ends.” Sasha pushed to her feet, clutching the Heart protectively. “You can’t have it,” she said, her voice shaking but resolute.

he continued. Shifting my eyes from the floor to him, I cleared my throat. “I have to go, sir—” “We’re not yet done talking,” he cut me off, expressing his power through his tone. He spun around and looked at me, his face showing no emotions. “How old are you?” he asked. I swallowed. “Twenty-two.” “And your major?” “English.” He walked toward his desk and sat in his swivel chair. “Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.”

He moved so fast, my brain didn't seem to catch up until I was pressed against him, his one hand entwined in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes - those dark rimmed, forest green eyes - while his other hand cupped my backside, lifting me so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "I may not be your alpha, cara mia, but I am your master and you will obey me until you pay back what you owe me," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if he were fighting his wolf for control. "Until that day, you are mine and mine alone."

the man lowered his head knowing she must be able to read thoughts. “Yes, Master Bennington. I can read thoughts. And vibes. And yours, Sir, are underhanded. Just come out with it or I shall practice my awakened abilities on you.” Master Bennington let it loose mentally. He let her see the threats and the violence Bloodchild used on him. Blood letting and starving him. The twisted torture was just the start. He had been controlling him all along. “Well, I can use this.” Raven thought. Bloodchild would be his own undoing.

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

“And that's another problem I have with you. You react too much. So much yelping, too much winces, too much of movement when you should stand your guard and stay still! You claim you want to control pain yet show your vulnerability every single time. “Those who are masters at controlling pain aren't because they do not feel it but because they have tuned themselves to be unaffected by it.” Silence as the sword still pointed at my forehead. “Then what would you have me do? Teach me.” I asked, calmly. My mate gently lowered the sword. A smirk playing on his sinister face. “Good. You passed this stage.” *** Raven created a sling for me and wrapped my arm in it. “Snug,” I commented and blew him