Blood Raven Stealing Novels & Stories

Vessa stumbled back several steps, cradling her wounded arm, but her face showed absolutely none of the panic one would expect from someone whose ritual had just been interrupted. "You think this is a defeat?" she asked, smiling despite the blood pouring from her arm. "I have already gained what I required tonight. Your commander's blood was enough to open a crack, one that goes much deeper than you can see." Thalia reached the altar, her hands moving with frantic speed to unlock the silver chains binding Raven. "Are you alright?" "I’m fine," Raven answered weakly, her voice raspy and thin. "But, Your Majesty... my blood had already dripped onto those carvings before you arrived. I can feel

“The twelfth belonged to Founder Nathaniel Ashcroft.” Henry frowned. “I’ve never heard that name.” “Almost no one has,” Helena replied. “His writings were sealed separately after his death.” Claire looked at the empty compartment. “So the Raven knew exactly which journal to steal.” ⸻ Adrian walked toward the crystal case that protected the Original Covenant. “The Raven doesn’t steal at random.” He looked at Amelia. “He steals pieces of unfinished history.” “What does he do with them?” she asked. Adrian’s expression grew thoughtful.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

Behind me, the room was silent. "I cannot choose," I said softly, but in the breathless stillness my words carried. "You each own part of me that I cannot reclaim." I turned my palms upward. "My blood, freely given, is all I have left to offer. Will you share it?" I extended my hand. After an endless moment, Scar moved first, pulling a dagger from his belt. He drew the blade across his palm and clasped my hand tightly. Blood mingled. Hunter silently grasped my other hand and repeated the gesture. Lastly Frost took the dagger and cut his own palm, pressing it to mine.

Every thought was a scream. Every heartbeat said her name. Every breath reminded me what she’d taken. When I reached Blackthorn Cliff, the wind hit hard, carrying the smell of salt and blood. Raven stood at the edge, her hair wild, her face pale and twisted. She was holding the baby… my son… close to the edge. “Don’t move,” she said, voice trembling. “Take another step and he dies.” I stopped, hands raised. “Raven… don’t do this.”

***Liliana’s POV*** I can’t believe the sight in front of me, Raven is now a large blood colored lycan tearing Orin apart. She greedily drinks from him her aura slipping into every enemy vampire surrounding us, bringing them to their knees as they begin to bleed from their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

My blood even splattered right on my face. "Please, I'm begging you. Stop playing with me. Just end this!" I said while crying. "And that's what I was supposed to do earlier, but you're the one who wished for this. So don't be mistaken. In fact, I'm just granting you your wish. I'm generous, right?" Raven said with an innocent and sweet voice, while her eyes were obviously filled with bloodlust, which made it even more creepy. This bitch! She's a psycho! Her craziness is on a whole different level. I kept screaming in pain as she continuously stabbed me in different parts of my body. Until I can no longer move even a finger. My eyelids were already getting heavy and I was already losing too

"Please stop. I beg of you. Please do this tomorrow." "Go to sleep now. You are losing your strength." Raven said as she turned to face the window. She waited until Scarlett was out cold, before she escaped through the window and dashed to the woods in search of Viggo's mansion. This night will be the night she strikes and finally exacts her revenge on him.

“But promise me that it will not be for long … no matter what happens.” “Agreed,” Lance said, his muscular arms flexing under his shirt from the tension. Raven placed her hands on the side of Lance’s head and chanted, “Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach.” The lights in the room suddenly dimmed, then went completely out, but came back on a moment later. Raven looked directly into Lance’s eyes. “It is done.” She took a deep breath. “I need a Bloodstone.”

My vision blurred, but I could hear Raven’s growl as she seized the distraction. She slipped out of his hold, and sank her fangs into his neck with a feral scream. Kale screeched in pain and fury, trying to claw her off, but she held on tightly, digging her claws into his shoulders as she bit down harder. Dark blood poured from his throat. He finally shoved her off with huge effort, but he was bleeding heavily now. He staggered, his body stained with blood. “You bitch!” he spat, grunting in pain. Raven wiped the blood from her mouth and smirked. “Better than a psychotic bastard.”