Blood Raven Got Novels & Stories

“For better or for worse, remember? She gave me a weak smile as she ran a finger along the corner of her lips and walked over to the sink, turned on the water, and rinsed out her mouth. “Here, you go lie down and I’ll get you some blood,” I said, scooping her easily into my arms. She shook her head. “No, Lance. Put me down. I need to hear what Raven has to say. How did she know?” I ignored her plea and carried her into the living room, and then deposited her gently on a club chair. Having no time to fix her a blood bag before Raven arrived, I bit my wrist, held it to her lips, and she drank it without question, practically moaning as she sucked down my blood.

Raven waved dismissively as she left the office to head to her room. An hour later, Raven was walking the streets of the city, looking for any danger. She wore tight black pants, with boots, with knives, and a red crop top, with a leather jacket. The back of her jacket housed stakes, liquid silver, and some holy water. It was nearly one in the morning when she heard screaming. Raven took off running to the sound, she stopped in front of a dark alleyway, not too far from her own traumatic event. There was a man with a young woman pressed against the wall, as she struggled against his grip, his hand over her mouth as his mouth was clamped on her neck. Raven started running down the alley to th

"Elijah, it’s Liam and Raven!’ I called through the link to Elijah. ‘I'm on my way.’ His soothing voice came despite the worry that was consuming me. ‘Raven! Liam?!’ Nothing. I was hitting a wall. Fuck! The wind was rushing through my hair as I broke through the trees, the smell of blood seeping into my nose. The sheer blanket of something dark and evil that hung in the air made my blood run cold. I took in the horrifying scene before me, Damon was holding Raven, who was bleeding profusely, her heart beating far too fast as she choked on the blood that was pouring out of her neck and mouth. She was grasping at her neck, blood running down her fingers, making my stomach churn sickeningly. Wor

"Hey, wait a sec, is not this too strange!? It's my virginity it really is at hazard right here! Can't you understand, this type of situation!? Hey, why are not you talking!? Why are you so expressionless!? Calm down, forestall, don't, forestall now ---- !!" Before the bathwater had cooled, Trisha already left the scene on her own. After that, within the bathtub that turned into a massive sufficient to maintain 3 people, floated the frame of a boy who resembled a drowned corpse. It turned into Raven, absolutely crushed up together along with his face totally bruised. The blood from his wounds dyed the bathwater red, highlighting the tragic ending. Raven Morgan, according to his name, turned

“Open the gate!” Javier’s shout sliced through the quiet night. I jumped out of bed, my heart racing like a drum. I ran to the window, my bare feet cold against the floor. Outside, under the bright gate lights, I saw Javier. His hoodie was wet with sweat, and his chest was moving fast, like he’d been running. Even from my room, I could see fear in his eyes. He looked desperate, like something terrible was chasing him. “Maya!” he shouted again, fists pounding on the metal bars. “Please! I need to talk to you!”

“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.

Raven Escurians and people from Dun’s Crossing celebrate all around me, but I only have eyes for a bloodstained, silver wolf on the other side of the river. I shove through the crowd, desperate to touch him and know that he’s safe. That we all are. King Gavin is dead!

Still did not want to admit that the human had done his job. “Are we reading the same note or not? He stated about the blood bag and the little experiment he saw in the clinic.” “And what about it? We still can’t conclude anything.” Nevea breathed out. “First, Raven got the proof of Robert’s involvement with The Bloody Movement. Second, he discovered my identity and still wanted me to be protected, making Raven an ally. Lastly, it’s confirmed that Robert wanted me for his twisted experiments.” “Do you want to send the report to Vlassta?”

she said with an evil grin and looked at my father. "The blood era is coming to an end. Our divine wolf is here," she said, "and she will liberate her people," and my father almost hit her but withdrew his strength. If he landed the blow, he would have succeeded in injuring or killing her. She was a delta breed, and he was alpha. Their strengths were not close at all. "What do you mean?" Beta Green asked Kendra. "The Massacre at the moon territory," she began, and I became scared. "The blue wolf was Desiree Dawson," she confessed, and my father roared, he looked at me and slammed me against the wall.

“What did you get yourself into?” “I did it because I didn’t know I had someone who looked exactly like me. She was killed and I really want to help out in the best way I can and it’s for our security. I didn’t even think about how people can take me for another person without knowing it in the first place. I could get into serious trouble when we don’t have any protection on our side.” Rojean said frustratingly, rubbing her temples. “Let’s just go home. I don’t want to go to work. And so will you.”