Blood Ravens Decals Novels & Stories

Nolan said. “Not dirty enough,” she answered. Ace came in, tossing a folder onto the table. “You might want to see this before you make that call.” Inside were photos of trucks, shipments, faces blurred out, all marked with a familiar patch; the Black Ravens. Cole, standing behind Jax, frowned. “You gotta be kidding me. The Black Ravens? They are the kind of bastards who sell their own brothers for a fix.” Nolan leaned forward. “They are not loyal. But they have got routes we need.”

Jonah groaned as they rounded a street corner. Claire was too busy studying everything to keep up with their banter. A symbol on a sign caught her eye. It was an R but the ends swirled up, it was fresh and burned onto the sign of the little shop. She looked around at the other signs and random ones throughout the street seem to have them on it. She thought that it was strange and wondered what it meant. Jack stopped infront of a tavern, it was the color fo the moss growing on the out side of it. Claire glanced up to the sign. Shark bait was engraved on a copper metal and here two was another one of those R’s.

"The biker clubs we own will be cleared of drugs, they will purely be biker clubs, booze and such. We have enough bars and such for that side, then, you're not linked." "Then we have a deal." He reaches out his hand but I don't take it. "On one condition Hawk." He nods, lowering his hand. "If we need solace, you allow us access to this place. We never have, but recent things say we may need to have a safe place for someone very valuable where they can not and will not be touched." If anything happens, Raven is here. He smiles and leans back. "Ahh, the Caddel brothers, falling in love. I hear you found a wild one, if you ever need her protected, while you’re hunting, you can guarantee she is

Eya points to the different gold buckles making Raven nod. “Handy, I like that you chose to use gold with the black and red, and the silver fur for padding,” Raven pets her forearm where the bracers will go, the rest of us giggle at how weird she is being. “Isä and I kept in mind you wear a lot of black, silver, and red to represent you and my dads. We used gold plated steel to represent Jonathan, it’ll take time to get used to the idea of him being a da to me,” Eya explains, making me smile at her calling Vaari dad. It’s been different seeing our father with someone else, but Eya has been so good for him as he has been great for her as well.

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

Two weeks later, Raven sat in a corner booth at the Black Fang, a dive bar in the heart of Diamondback territory. The establishment reeked of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the kind of desperation that clung to places where people came to forget their problems rather than solve them. Neon beer signs cast sickly light across scarred wooden tables and a clientele that looked like they'd crawl over broken glass for their next fix.

Raven The sun was blinding as I cracked my eyes open, but was quickly blotted out by a tall form stepping into view. I squinted, shielding my eyes with my arm as I looked up at him. “Oh, thank goodness,” I began. “I-I think my helicopter crashed—” “I can see that.” The tall form’s voice was gruff, deep. He crouched, and the first thing I saw was an all-too-familiar symbol tattooed on his chest. Three claw marks across a wolf’s eye.

She nodded vigorously, “Lots of ravens, they are there in their numbers I see them and I wake up” Edgar was still in shock, “That is very weird. Ravens signify a higher realm of magic…” She sat upright. “In the old stories, the ravens have been known as the first creatures of magic. The goddess of old had taken a liking to them and had made them powerful”, he continued, “They even have the power to destroy every other magical races…” She furrowed her brows, “That is deep, so you are saying…” “If you are sure you saw ravens then you might possess the power of these ancient magical creatures”, he cut in, “However the stories of old that have been told of people who saw one raven in their dream

I blush realizing he is talking about my mark from Freya, as Osric pats my back with a nod. “It’s good to see you and Liliana happy with Freya, she is good for you two,” Osric softly speaks as he rocks Roan, pouring himself some whiskey. “It’s good to feel the bond being so complete, I can’t imagine how you and Embry dealt with not having Raven at first, and missing Jonathan. What is Raven getting tattooed?” I question while downing my tumbler of whiskey, and Osric smirks. “It was hard being patient and waiting for them, but it is always worth the wait. She is getting a red raven done out of Viking knots in honor of our victory against Orin,” Osric answers, making me nod as it sounds like a

“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.