Blood Raven Got Novels & Stories

I raised my hand and threw the hospital receipts straight at his face. “Cole, do you know why there were a few hundred extra dollars in your account? That was the money I got from selling my blood.”

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

Like she was a monster. “I didn’t mean to,” Raven sobbed into my shoulder. Her tears soaked through my shirt. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone! I just wanted Daddy to wake up!” My throat was too tight to speak. I stroked Raven’s hair with trembling fingers. Her purple hair felt soft and warm under my hand. Movement in the corner caught my eye. Darein. The traitor was stumbling toward the hole in the wall. Blood dripped from a wound on his head. He looked back once, his eyes meeting mine.

So when she was bitten by a rather disgusting, psychotic b*stard, she flinched, but not because she was in pain, but because of the fact that an unknown person with weird vibes that kept giving her indescribable emotions bit and suck her blood like a f*cking cannibal lun*tic. No one, as in, no one, was left alive once they saw Raven in action during any mission. She always makes sure to eliminate any kind of factor that would be a threat to her. All of them merely saw her without disguise, and they're now resting on each of their own deathbeds.

Iron dodged in the last second but Raven still slashed open an artery on the side of his neck before Raven lunged forward and locked Iron's arm. Properly this time. Iron burst into a loud roar and clawed Raven on the back frantically. Raven just close his eyes with his canine buried deep into Iron's shoulder with his side locking Iron's arm. Iron growled in pain as he wiggled and kicked. More and more cuts appeared on Raven's body but he just wouldn't let go. It took Iron minutes to finally faint at huge blood loss and shifted back into his human form. Raven burst into a loud roar as he felt the pack bond forming in his mind. He got the title back.

What kind of person will that make her? “How much blood will she need?” Raven asks the pack doctor. Everybody in the room who didn’t know they were holding their breath finally sighed in relief. Jericho’s body also relaxes now that his sister is going to receive the help she needs in order to survive. “Just one blood bag will suffice,” the pack doctor replies. Raven nods her head. “I’m willing to give my blood.” Raven is called to a separate room for her blood collection. It was just like having blood donation. She felt an uncomfortable sensation from where the needle is inserted. While playing with a foam ball on her hand, she watches as the blood bag slowly filled with her crimson blood.

Raven knew nothing came without a price. “Again, let’s dispel of the pretense. You will have to drink MY blood.” Raven gasped and knew that the Bitten and the Born shouldn’t risk mixing but speaking to this would expose her. How could she…no. She already felt drawn to pinch herbs as she traveled. She had a pocket full of herbs and medicines she had plucked from the wild as she ventured to follow this Barren into the unknown. Grabbing a handful of them came n her pocket and massaging them, she rolled and folded while she chanted the spell for protection from blood contaminants. Then pause took her. “What if these herbs cause me to lose my mama?” With resolve, she let the herbs loose in her po

I nodded and signalled my men, “Bring him there already.” My men nodded and dragged him to their car and drove away. Valerie Thorne’s POV: Some days later… “Why are you covered in blood?” I asked Raven in concern as I caught him walking in the dead of night with blood on his clothes. The sight was terrifying, but I was used to it after being so long watching such incidents around me. “It’s not mine, Wife,” He said as he looked up, “Why are you not asleep yet?”

The scene hit me like a punch. Marek was on the floor, curled on his side, coughing thick, dark blood that soaked the floor. His skin was grey, lips blue, eyes rolled half back. Raven stood over him, arms crossed, a tiny glass vial dangling from her fingers like a pendant. Four of my own men knelt with guns to their heads, held by her personal guards. The servants were trembling in the corner. Raven smiled, sweet and poisonous. “Took you long enough.” I crossed the room in three strides and wrapped my hand around her throat, slamming her back against the wall. The vial stayed steady in her grip, taunting me.

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.