Blood Ravens Decals Novels & Stories

Pride versus patience. I lose. With a huff, I get in. He slides in beside me. “Benn y’s place, Dave.” The driver nods and starts the engine. “Where are we going?” I ask. Roland doesn’t look at me. “You’ll see.”

Knight laughed as he bent down and pressed his lips on Raven's clavicle, licking before he sucked on his bite mark slightly, "Special treat of the mate's mark." "What?!" Raven pushed Knight away and looked down, but he couldn't see his own clavicle. Knight laughed as he pulled himself out of Raven, letting Raven rush to the bathroom as he followed in a leisurely way. Raven rose his chin in front of the mirror, and in the piece of glass, he could see a scarlet red mark like a blood crescent penetrating his collarbone. "Are you fucking crazy?!" Raven grabbed Knight by his collar, panting in shock.

It looked like she’d burned a path straight through the border woods, and I was the idiot chasing the ruin she left behind. A faint rustle made me freeze. I caught movement to my left — a raven, blacker than shadow, cutting through the night sky. It circled me once before diving down and landing on my arm. Its claws dug into my sleeve, and I almost tore it off before I saw the mark etched into its feathers — the royal crest, burned in blood-red lines. I swore under my breath. “No…” The bird cawed once, then stretched out a talon. A rolled letter, sealed in dark red wax, dangled from its claw. The smell hit me before I even broke it open — iron and smoke. Bloodwax.

The tender father vanished, and the lethal Alpha came back like it had never left—fangs, gold, and a cold edge to everything he was. "Report, Marcus! What is it?" Marcus stared straight at me, swallowing hard. "They were drained, Luna. Every single drop of blood in their bodies was gone and painted on the bridge of the ship—written in the victims' blood was a single symbol." Marcus fumbled a tablet out of his jacket and shoved it to Dominic. I leaned in, just to see. Something dark, dried and smeared, someone had drawn it like they were in a hurry. A raven, black as night, wings spread wide, and in its talons it was clutching a bleeding heart.

she screams, this time I laugh. “Do you know why my eyes went white? No, I doubt it. Unless it benefits you. Well let me fill you in” I smile at her and pull down my collar showing off my new mate’s mark “The raven is a sign of our witch heritage, the moon is for Angelo’s Goddess and the crown, well that is because I am favoured by the Goddess Hecate” Her eyes go wide.

He pulled his sword and scabbard out of his belt, raised it horizontally in front of him with both hands and bowed towards the homestead as a renewal of his oath of allegiance as a warrior. After they had descended from the rock, everyone knotted colored cloths in the six holy colors of faith - white, green, dark red, orange, light blue and golden yellow - with clammy fingers in the trees around the burial site, where countless old flags were already torn Wind fluttered. If you combined all these colors, they resulted in the seventh and most sacred of all colors: black. That was the habit in which fidelity, trust and strength were dressed, but also the color of the plumage of the holy ravens

Dubheasa’s shrill voice echoed inside the house. “S-She has…” Raven stuttered in pain. “Louder!” Dubheasa yelled at her. “S-She has t-the r-rose mark….” Raven continued. I remembered the rose tattoo that suddenly appeared on my left shoulder while I was with Queen Morrigan. I began to wonder what was with the rose mark in me that everyone seemed concerned about.

Before either of us could speak again, a raven landed on the stone railing only a few feet away. Its feathers were black enough to swallow the afternoon light. Tied around one leg was a narrow strip of dark cloth. The bird ignored Kael completely. Its black eyes remained fixed on me. A harsh cry split the silence. Then the strip of cloth slipped loose and drifted onto the balcony floor. Kael bent down and picked it up. Only six words had been written in crimson ink. The First Seal breaks at moonrise. The instant he finished reading, the raven burst into crimson fire.

Caleb and I stood in Boston Common, at the top of a small hill, looking out, surveying the park. He held a map of the Freedom Trail which he’d just bought in a store, and he ran his finger along it again and again. I stood beside him, holding out both halves of the ancient scroll. “Read it again,” he said. I squinted to make out the words. I read: The Four Horsemen travel a trail to freedom. They leave common ground,

After that, the Elders led the ancient prayer to ask for a blessing from the Moon Goddess. After the prayer, Alpha Gregory took the emblem of the Blue Moon Pack, it was a medallion with the elegant letter A engraved in the middle. He hands it over to Raven as he proclaims him as the new Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Every pack member shifted into a werewolf. Each of them was howling under the bright full moon. Following the pack members, Raven also shifted to his wolf form. His wolf is gray and enormous. Following the proclamation, everyone feasted and celebrated. Einah and Marianna both approached me after. Their faces are laced with contentment.