Blood Ravens Decals Novels & Stories

He needs to hide somewhere more unnoticeable. The cars stopped and the doors opened. Revealing men with red masks imprinted with tiny dragon image. It's their mark; the dragons. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Raven cursed multiple times as he remembered Everleigh, coming to his way. "No..." He continued walking away to distant himself, sneak as quiet for him not to be caught, however, his knees suddenly weakens due to the wounds he got from the gun shot; sound of the cracking old wooden sticks made the men looked at his way.

“Okay, ladies. Let’s hear what your mate mark is.” “Mine is a raven bird.” Iris throws a wink in my direction, we all gather around her as she shows us the side of her neck, the raven tattoo is beautiful. We were taught that a raven mate mark means loyalty and protection, it also means change. The beginning of a new chapter. I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her.

Shields and weapons hang from their saddles, and swords and battle axes are strapped to their sides. Their hair whips behind them—braids of blonde, red, and dark brown. Kohl lines their eyes and lips, painted symbols across their foreheads, cheeks, and noses. They shout war cries—“Tyr!” and “Sköll!” and screams that could wake the dead. “What the hell is happening?” Nathan asks. “Valkyries,” Bella answers, making me jump—I didn’t even hear her approach. The thunder and lightning don’t stop until all thirteen women land. They dismount smoothly and remove their weapons. As if dismissed, their horses bolt into the woods.

“The coin. The token. The sigil.” He worked his bruised fingers to his neck with an animal’s stubbornness, and for a heartbeat I thought he’d been trying to tear the ropes. Instead he tugged something slick and dark from under his shirt… a small, familiar pendant wrapped in dried blood. I knew it before he held it up. It was Raven’s…no, not the woman’s face I’d seen, but the emblem she wore when she met with Kieran months ago: a raven midflight, talons bared, the same tiny etching I’d seen on a medallion once handed to our enemies.

Then, between one heartbeat and the next, they appeared. Seven ravens, each the size of a large dog, perched on outcroppings all around us. Their feathers weren’t black but rather the color of a night sky, dark blue-purple with pinpricks of light that might have been stars or might have been their own internal luminescence. Their eyes were the most disturbing part. Each bird had dozens of them, covering their heads and necks, each eye a different color. And every single eye was fixed on us. “Oh gods,” Ryker breathed, staggering backward.

Only one name had a raven. Daniel Carter. “Marcus.” He walked over. “What did you find?” She pointed to the symbol. “My father is the only one marked like this.” Samuel’s expression hardened. “Turn the parchment over.” She did. Hidden on the back was a handwritten sentence that had faded with time. The Raven protects the Crown until the Sparrow returns. Amelia frowned. “The Sparrow?” Gabriel answered from across the room. “You.” Everyone looked at him. Marcus immediately raised his weapon.

he told her. "Really? It might be their batch. Where is it?" Sage crossed his hands to his back, "I told Rae to visit the neighbourhood pack." "Okay, good. What does it look like?" Aurora asked as she walked after Sage who had turned to leave. "It's designed with the colour red and black with a portrayal of an eagle inscribed on it," he relayed and Aurora tried to think if she had seen something like that. "I'm sure we'll find them soon and I don't think they are from Autumn pack."

“Because Drayce didn’t work alone either. Someone taught him the blood magic. Someone funded the first attacks.” Aria spoke from the doorway. She and Elias had just come in, both still smudged with ink. “We found a name,” she said. Elara looked up. “Who?” Aria set a page on the table. “Someone Marr paid twice. No company name. Just a mark. A raven with a broken wing.” Elias added, “It’s old. Pre-Crown symbol. Used by the groups that didn’t want unification fifty years ago.” Elara’s eyes narrowed.

River Crap! Crap! Crap! Zach was glaring at me angrily. My blood began to boil, “Stop! I was here last night.” I knew what he was going to ask, his judgy eyes giving it away. “Then why did he ask if your name was Raven? Raven is your bike’s name, Riv’s. How could he possibly know that?” He said, his jaw clenching roughly. Ugh! It’s true though, on the side of my bike and helmet, I have ‘Raven’ spelled out. I composed myself and tried giving him a stern look with a tone that matched.

Far beyond the safety of the palace walls, a lone raven landed silently upon the stone ledge of the outermost eastern watchtower. One of the vanguard guards frowned, his hand dropping to his weapon. "Strange bird..." The raven didn't move an inch. It didn't make a sound. It simply sat there, staring directly at the guard. Its large, unblinking eyes were a deep, terrifying crimson. The guard slowly reached his gloved hand toward the creature to shoo it away. Instantly, the raven exploded into a thick, swirling cloud of black mist. The dark vapor twisted violently through the night air, rapidly gathering into sharp, floating words before the guard's eyes: