Blood Ravens Decals Novels & Stories

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.

He covered his face with his black armor, only his eyes could be seen. "Attention!" he commanded them, all of them were wearing black robes, with arrows and bows in their backs, all sitting on same black horses. Except Trion's robe had a white mark at the shape of a crow at his chest. "Listen, my fellow Ravens. Our identity is - we all are Ravenmen, not some tiny, fuckin' birds! We are neither afraid of dark, nor of some stupid risen of Gods! Yeah, here we are, in front of the entrance of South Leafstone." "Yeah!" nine Ravens yelled in unison.

The look in the Alpha's eyes suggested that war was inevitable. *** Raven stood on the wooden wall, watching the Blood Fang group retreat. For some reason, his mind kept flashing back to the messenger's face. Something felt familiar. Suddenly... A gust of wind blew. The man's red robes parted slightly. Under the folds of the cloth... A small, silvery-black symbol was visible. Raven's heart beat faster. That symbol... It's similar. Very similar. To the symbol worn by the black-robed men when they kidnapped Martha. But not the same.

Immediately, I jerked my eyes upward. Too late. Those butt cheeks can’t leave my head, not for a very long time. I hated that my face was getting hot. Then I noticed the tattoos. A black raven stretched across his back, its wings half-spread on the back of his shoulders as though caught between flight and stillness. On his right shoulder was a black serpent curled over his left pec, glaring at the raven with so much intensity while the raven looked lonely and, worse, sad. More ink trailed across his back. Script. Symbols. Lines disappearing beneath fabric.

But my head suddenly bumped into something. As I held my forehead, I saw that the man standing in front of me was Raven. He was wearing a different balaclava than before, with a small embroidered silver “R” on it. Raven was dressed more casually, in a black hoodie. “Shall we go together?” He offered calmly.

Folded tightly inside was a small piece of parchment. With shaking hands, I unfolded it. Only one sentence had been written. "Trust no one wearing the mark of the raven." The room fell silent. Liam frowned. "The mark of the raven?" Magnus's face lost all color. "No..." "What is it?" Wesley demanded. Magnus slowly looked toward the window. "If Cynthia left that warning..." He swallowed heavily. "...then the Raven Order has returned." Outside, high above Willowbrook Academy, a black raven circled silently in the sky.

Omem made hers, with a red ribbon, to hang over the large fireplace in the library for the rest of the winter, in honor of Cerridwen, the Celtic mother goddess. Silke chose yellow ribbons for her grain doll. ‘That means Spirit and decisiveness,’ said Liza, ‘action and wealth.’ Silke smiled a little, her eyes kept sliding to Raven. He kept ignoring her and that annoyed her immensely, Maddie saw. Maddie smiled and was surprised at how she felt about that. She was glad he ignored Silke, but she wasn't sure why. Raven thought purple was the most beautiful color. ‘Fits your name as a messenger,’ Laughed Jente.

A few minutes later, ivory frowned; she saw a red dot fast approaching in front of the blue dot. ‘Uhm Anita what does a red dot mean’ ivory asked anxiously. ‘A red dot, it means a creature is fast approaching, you guys better hide’ Anita replied. Natasha noticing ivory’s frown asked. ‘Ivory what’s the matter’? ‘A creature’s fast approaching, we better hide’ ivory says out loud. ‘A creature, how do you know that’ Chevy asked with a frown ‘and even if a creature is fast approaching we can kill it’.

Leah shouted. Damon grabbed her neck where his marks were. “Why do you think lycans marry without marks?”

He covered his face with his black armor, only his eyes could be seen "Attention!" he commanded them, all of them were wearing black robes, with arrows and bows in their backs, all sitting on same black horses. Except Trion's robe had a white mark at the shape of a crow at his chest. "Listen, my fellow Ravens. Our identity is - we all are Ravenmen, not some tiny, fuckin' birds! We are neither afraid of dark, nor of some stupid risen of Gods! Yeah, here we are, in front of the entrance of South Leafstone. "Yeah!" nine Ravens yelled in unison