Blood Raven Stealing Novels & Stories

But they had gone to great lengths and gotten this far - they were resolved to see it all to the end. “We can always hunt Lucifer down and kill her,” said Kali, “if it turns out she betrayed us.” “I do not believe it will come to that,” said Miko. “But I agree.” ~ It was a couple of cycles later, just as night hit its peak, when the Ravens had to make their move. Most of the settlement was sleeping, or at least drunk in a watering hole somewhere. The streets were relatively barren, save for the few patrols all around, or the random stumbling drunkards singing into the starry sky.

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

“That’s what the Men of the Shadows use to bind people. If they said it’s a debt to pay, then it’s them. It’s those men.” My eyes scanned the chaos. I knew it, felt it—they were watching. “If they’re responsible, we need to leave now,” Damon said sharply. “They have to be here somewhere,” I muttered. “Do you want to die here before finding them?” Damon snapped. “What matters is leaving before this place burns to the ground.” “I’ll find a way out,” Raven said as she stretched—and then morphed into a bird, taking off effortlessly. I froze for a second, seeing her shift for the first time, but forced myself to focus.

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

I don't fucking care if he wants to stay here for a deal and whore around, but tomorrow either way I am gonna leave and she'd remember exactly who she belonged to. And my women she endures it. She cries. She shatters. She bleeds beautifully under my touch. And somehow, even with all the damage I inflict, she stays. That's the part that drives me insane. That delicate line between her fear and her surrender—it's addictive. She was never supposed to mean anything. But now she means everything. There's a knock on the door. Sharp. Measured. "Enter," I called without turning. Caleb walks in, suited, precise, a file in his hand. He shuts the door behind him. "We intercepted new intel on the Rourke

He bared his fangs, snapping violently at her throat while his claws tore into her shoulders, trying to pin her by pure physical dominance. But Rose was driving now, and she knew exactly how to use the stolen power. "Foolish boy," she hissed through Ravena’s mouth. A massive, violent burst of purple and white light exploded from Ravena’s chest. The shockwave didn't just push Rohan back; it physically lifted his massive frame and threw him across the room. He crashed into the brick hearth, the iron fire tools clattering to the floor around him as he let out a sharp, breathless groan. The white fabric of his shirt was instantly soaked through with a fresh, dark red stain where his shoulder wou

Bradley's shout cut through the air. Too late. I snatched Rosemary's wrist, pressing the dagger to the artery in her neck. The blade broke skin, a single drop of blood emerging. Rosemary went rigid, her breath caught in her throat. "Move," I growled, voice rough on purpose. "Or she's gone." Bradley froze. Even in the pitch black, where his face was hidden, I could feel the lethal aura radiating off him. "Lay a finger on her, and you'll wish you were never born."

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.