Blood Raven Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Marcus POV: ­ Warning: 18+ blood and gore, please skip if you do not like graphic scenes. The air around the throne room was thick with blood. Marcus Raven, alpha of the Raven clawhold and self-proclaimed devil, licked his lips with anticipation. The walls of the throne room of his pack were painted in blood, the dark red stone walls were covered in shadows, further amplifying the terror of the throne room. Tonight, just like every other night where Marcus was angry, the walls were going to be repainted.

As her father's voice croaks, 'I can barely feel her pulse... I can barely feel my Myra,' his gaze pierces through. Pure fear is evident on her foggy face as the man swallows a breath, Draven not leaving her, as he leans around her, his hands on her chest, feeling her heart slow down. “Where the fuck is Jorah?” Draven roars. “She is losing blood!” As Jorah rushes back in with a bag of his healer potions. “I’m here, Draven,” he announces, racing to the bed. With trembling hands, he concocts a dark green liquid into the injection; he quickly injects it into her bloodstream.

I whimpered as his fingers tussled through my fur, my heart breaking as he tried to muster a smile for me. “I… I love… you… Raven”. He shook as he gasped for breath. His eyes began to roll back, and I wailed as I desperately nudged his face again as I fell on my stomach and scampered closer to his body. “Anya”. He breathed out in a faint whisper, his last breath taken as he stared out into nothingness and led lifeless on the ground.

When I step inside, I can see why Kai gave me that look and Eclipse has his claws out, ready to tear out this fucker’s throat. Raven had Arya in his arms with her nightgown hanging open, she was completely naked underneath, and I could see the blood running from the spot where the dagger was still embedded. The fucker looks at me and grins, then grabs her breast, squeezing it so hard that she cries out. She looks at me with pleading eyes, silently sobbing and struggling against Raven’s hold, but his hand goes to her throat, and he lets out a laugh when she shudders.

She disappeared from Raven's field of vision and materialized in the same Wait directly at his left flank. A massive blow hit him on the ribs. Raven heard the crack of his own Bones. He was hurled through the air and hit hard against the remains an old stone wall. He left the air, blood tasted metallic on his Tongue. The queen was slowly approaching him. “Atrocious. The purity of your blood is your biggest weakness. You have no strength that heals you. No frequency that saves you.” Raven leaned on his left, human arm and mercifully moved into the

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

But they had made it this far and Lucas knew it was only a matter of time before he finally found his mate again. They had been tracking Rivers for most of the morning when they came across the grisly scene in a small clearing. The old hunting cabin had definitely seen better days and the empty beer bottles and smouldering fire pit gave away what the occupants had been doing right before they met their end. The scent of blood was hanging heavily in the air and almost masked the scent of burning wood. The snow around the fire pit was married with shoe prints and what appeared to be a scuffle.

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

I felt the cold of it move through my chest, that clear calm that came when something large arrived. "They're not choosing between Ironmoor and Northesk anymore," I said. "No," Riven said. "They're dividing us."

Ravens circle overhead, as if bound to his will. Across the field, a man with bright blond hair stands in golden armor, the snarling face of a wolf etched into his insignia. The clash between them is inevitable. Two kings, blades flashing, locked in a duel of skill and fury. Neither yields. In the end, both drive their swords into each other’s chests, killing each other. Darkness swallows everything, and suddenly a throne appears, solitary in the void. A strange man sits upon it, unmoving, as if asleep. A raven descends, perching on the throne’s edge. The vision blurs, and finally, my vision returns. I see my own body broken. My eyes stare upward, unblinking, as blood seeps from the crack in