Blood Ravens Decals Novels & Stories

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

Storm Rider's banner had a beige colour with black fringes and their pack's brand which was a wolf's head with a skull in its mouth was vividly drawn on the banner. Wild Fangs' banner was lilac purple with boysenberry-coloured fringes and their pack's brand of a huge shiny navy blue sword with metallic gold wings was on it. Erion pack's banner was royal blue with ivory white fringes and possessed their pack brand of a golden wolf with glowing green eyes howling. Lastly, Blood Star pack's banner was white and possessed golden fringes with the pack's brand of a massive luminous red star and with dark red markings all around it in a circular shape.

NARRATOR The great hall of Ravencrest was alive with anticipation, and the air seemed thick with energy, like the very stones of the building were holding their breath. The banners, draped in silver and blue, hung like silent sentinels, the colors a testament to the old bond between Rolan and Mara. Rolan, gone now, but not forgotten. Silver—the shade of his strength, and blue—Mara’s scars, which had come to define her as much as her resilience. Together, they wove a tapestry that was neither entirely victory nor defeat, but a complex, ever-shifting middle ground.

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.

“A small raven on my inner wrist. Something delicate… but permanent. A reminder that I can be brave.” Raven’s eyes darkened with approval. He took my wrist gently, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin where the tattoo would go. The touch sent unexpected heat racing up my arm. “Beautiful choice,” he murmured. “The raven symbolizes transformation. Now describe how you want it to feel when it’s finished.” His thumb stroked slow circles on my pulse point as I tried to answer. “I want it to feel… alive. Like it remembers me every time I look at it.”

I ignore him and turn to bar duty. There are cases of beer and pop under the counter. The newly bought hard liquor is lined up against the back wall. There's a club emblem on that same wall above the bottles. It's the same one the club members wear on their vests. It's actually pretty damn cool, but fuck if I tell any of them that. It's a crow on motorcycle handlebars with two skulls in front. Desert Crows is written on a banner across the top. The design is in a black circle. It looks ominous, which is what the person who designed it was going for.

Her hand wrapped around his neck while she roamed her eyes around the car, but nothing couldn't be seen through the dark, red paste that had been made by blood and bodies of ravens. "I'll be fine. Perhaps it was radiation. It happens in this town, you know," said Alexander and kissed Bella on the cheek. "Then I'll follow you," Bella said and pulled herself away from the hug and sat in the passenger seat while clamping her bra hook. "Alright, but we'll continue this thing later. I haven't finished it yet," said Alexander, pointing to her bra that she had done hooking, which he had sought to do. Bella held her smile back with a red face and came out of the car. The whole car had turned into a

“I’m here for a job.” She narrows her eyes slightly. Her lashes are thick, doused with some form of makeup. Mother obsessed about me wearing blush on my cheeks, or a touch of gloss on my lips, however, I was always quick to wash it off. I’m wondering if she is considering sending me off. “I’m not the manager. I just work here,” the girl tells me. My eyes wander to her name tag. Raven. So typically Vengeance. “If you want to talk to Linda, she’s out back.”

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.