Blood Ravens Decals Novels & Stories

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

Raven put his leg on Marcus's throat and give a triumph sign to his followers. “God Bless Alpha, God Bless The Silver Moon Pack”. They all declared in one voice. Marcus looked at all in disgust. He tried to release himself by holding Raven's leg but his powers were declining with the smoke.

Others had gone all out, with leather and a bright rainbow of hair – full punk, Raven thought as he watched a guy duck to enter the door without crushing the spikes of his mohawk. Raven joined the queue, leaning against the bluestone facing and listening to the music pumping out. As the crowd moved forward, he could see that the windows on the band-venue side of the building were plastered with band sheets. Temptation was on there, right up front. He grinned with a weird sort of pride as he looked at the black and white outline of Shadow and Vixen amongst the other band members. Vixen was the only point of colour, her lips and hair vivid pink.

I could’ve stayed there all day, tangled and twisted with him. Out of nowhere a loud thunking sound and then a crack drew us apart from one another, sent my already racing heart into overdrive for a different reason altogether. Both of us stared in astounded shock as a large black bird slid slowly down the windshield, leaving a smear of crimson blood along the crack in the glass. “Is that… a crow?” I gasped, unable to believe my eyes. “No,” Ben said, his voice much more steady than mine. “It’s a raven.”

Aisha POV: Roma was tensed her, she had horrified expression on her face when…. I went closer to her and roughly pulled her left hand up to show her mother and Ravan the same tattoo that was there in Video however before I could utter any further word the very next thing I saw was Roma lying on floor while blood oozing out from corner of her lip while Ravan was standing tall in front of her small frame with nothing but murderous look in his eyes “Why…?” I heard his dangerous voice “WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THIS ROMA…. SHE WAS YOU SISITER… YOU REAL SISTER… AND YO… YOU…. YOU WAS WATCHING GET GANG RAPED AND MURDERED BY THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD… WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THAT?” he growled monstrously o

His eyes were lit up with amusement and pure, genuine interest as he asked me. I licked my lips, my face straight, "Do you want the real reason or some bullshit I make up on the spot that will suffice as a decent answer so you stop asking me about it?" Noah grinned, still amused as I spoke blandly. "The real reason would be preferable but I wouldn't know if it's true or not, would I?" I ignored his joke and debated for a moment as I scanned his face. "Raven's are a symbol of bad luck."

My eyes zero in on the symbol pressed into the wax; a raven. "A birdie just came in," Marco says, his tone cautious. "From who?" I demand, already reaching for the note. "No name, no fucking details," Marco replies, his jaw tight. "Just the seal." I crack the wax with my thumb, the sound unnervingly loud in the quiet room. The paper unfolds in my hands, and my eyes scan the message. _____"The raven has flown south. Beware the shadows in the west. The knife comes from within."_____

She promises herself she’ll be at Brew Bear again after All Hallows’. In her elated state, she doesn’t notice three men peel themselves off a wall where they’ve been smoking, to then casually walk after her. Even more imperceptible are the humongous black shapes in the night sky above. Together they make up the shape of a titanic, stern countenance covering half the heavens but, once broken apart, they reveal themselves to be restless, spiky-shaped blackbirds. The sole thought that fills Rina’s mind is the time on her Cartier: Ten minutes to four. Amid deafening wing beats, the Raven-like creatures give off a ravenous, insectile hum.

“I’m here. It’s over. You’re safe now. We are all safe now.” His gaze landed on the corpse. “Who is that?” I crouched, forcing myself to study the body instead of shaking apart. His mask had fallen away, revealing a scarred face, eyes wide with fanatic fire even in death. But it wasn’t his face that froze me. It was his chest. Carved into his skin, branded by fire, was the Ravenfall sigil. I touched it, fingers trembling against the raised, burned lines. “Ravenfall,” I whispered.