Novel & Cerita Corviknight

Novaretta, "Who are you?" Cedric's commanding and arrogant voice echoed through the heavy, dark woods. The air hung thick with the scent of damp pine and overturned earth, the only light coming from scattered shafts of moonlight that barely pierced the canopy. Shadows stretched long between the trees, and the distant calls of night birds had gone silent the moment the pack soldiers closed in around me. Corvus jumped straight in front of me and kicked the nearest guards hard enough to send them sprawling into the underbrush. Ignoring Cedric’s question entirely, he leaned closer, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and grinned that same playful, terrifying grin.

Adam argued, still defending me. "She deserved that. Gavin knows better what he should do!" Catherine argued with Adam. Adam turned to Gavin, who was still staring at me with a glare. Gavin immediately pulled my hand into the room. "Come in here, bitch! Don't you dare leave the room and meet that man? He's not the angel responsible for saving you. You have to pay for your sin, Mahira!" Gavin immediately slammed my body on the bed. I was in so much pain that tears came to my eyes, and I couldn't hold back the pain as Gavin's hands pulled me in and threw me down mercilessly.

“Seems one of them dropped some nuts.” A low growl rumbles deep in my throat. How did Corwyn sneak by me for so long if he is this foolish? Finn remains taut next to me, one hand still on my shoulder. Corwyn releases the bushes and steps away. “That seems quite a coincidence.” Denidor doesn’t look away from our tree. “I have never before seen chipmunks here.” “You’re right.” Corwyn rolls his eyes. “It is far likelier that Astralis’s enemies trained a pair of animals to cover their tracks.”

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

I slowly made my way to the kitchen to see why it was there in the first place, as I came to a halt. A dead corpse lay there. The Velkrin had fed on this kitchen maid who had come to quench her hunger. I covered my mouth with my hand to prevent myself from screaming out of fright. “Take it to the Lycans immediately,” Astari said to me. The Lycans were the realm's natural protectors. Guarding against evil like this was their main duty. I rushed instinctively towards Lord Korran's room, but I slammed to the floor. Something had gotten hold of my right leg.

Nabi raises her shoulders and drops them, “They do have the mysterious bite mark, what crazy animal would have done that? Killed 40people and drained them of their blood? 40 bloody humans.” “Corvin did it,” I blurt out. Nabi and Tamara share glances, and Tamara raises an eyebrow, “Did I miss a course in high school? What animal is named Corvin?” “He's a he,” I point out. “Or an it. The leader of the Lucifer heirs, he's a vampire.”

She's mine. I climb, slowly and carefully, my coils wrapping the trunk, dodging the last of her barbs. The air grows heavy with her presence. It's wild, defiant and intoxicating. My hands are inches from her perch when a roar splits the night. "Coilheart!" Hadrian's voice thunders, shaking the leaves. I hiss in anger, twisting to look down. The lion king storms into the clearing, his golden eyes blazing, flanked by Fenrick's black wolf form and Nythor's white striped tiger. Three against one. Again.

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I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”

The night healer is a man named Corvin, mid-fifties, competent in the ways that matter and limited in the ways that are frustrating, and he looks up from his desk with the expression of a man who was deeply asleep two minutes ago and has not yet finished being annoyed about that. Then he sees what I’m carrying. Then his expression changes. “Lady Minthe? What in the world—” “Get the bone-setting brace and the wound closure kit,” I bark, laying the whimpering cub onto the clean white linen of the examination table. The dark, thick blood immediately smears across the pristine fabric, staining it a deep, ugly crimson. “He’s losing blood. His foreleg has a clean fracture, and there’s a deep gash