Dc Raven Artwork Novels & Stories

Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house. He sighs while looking at the mess that was his home a few hours ago. He needs to clean this mess up. Fortunately, he knows the perfect man for this job too. He hasn’t needed his services in a long time, now, it seems it’s time to reach out to him. He walks up the stairs and makes his way into his study. He sits behind his desk, and he lifts his personal computer and puts it aside, revealing the carving on the middle of the desk of a raven taking flight with its wings spread out. The detailed carving is done very beauti

, Dylan offered. It was a cave of some sort, there were green crystals of varying shapes protruding from different parts in the cave. They served decorative purposes and for other vital use. They was the sound of water touching the ground with full force indicating there was a wave nearby. Cleopatra was clad in a silk, transparent green dress with high neckline, long sleeves and a high slit. Her bare feet gingerly glided over the cold floor. There was a large crystal ball in the middle. Her hands hovered over it, causing it to shine bright. A lone raven flew in that moment and perched on her shoulder. All of a sudden a host of other ravens flew inside the cave…

She put all the body parts that she cut above me. "You may be torn apart from them, but you should still leave with them because they were once part of you; without these, your family may find it difficult to recognize you; just look at it as my token of appreciation for entertaining me today; you see, I'm a benevolent type of person," Raven said sweetly. I felt that she stepped back, maybe to look at my appearance right now. Then I heard her clapping. "Perfect! Now, you look so beautiful to look at! I really am such a great artist." Raven said while clapping.

“What the hell?!” He swiped away the notifications, scrolling through his messages. One from Cullen stood out. It was a message sent days ago, during a meeting with Emerson and some guys. Raven opened it. A photo of the artifact. The image filled the screen, and Raven stared at it with his breathing going shallow. Yeah, it was the message from Cullen asking if he had seen this.. this artifact. He had ignored the message because him and Cullen weren't even that close. Cullen was an introvert and would rather keep his mouth shut till when it's time to drink some booze. Why would Cullen's stuff be with him? So, yeah, he ignored the message.

Chapter 13 DAMIEN’S POV: The safehouse feels smaller every time she walks into the room. The single bulb overhead buzzes like it’s on its last breath, throwing long shadows across the concrete walls. Rain taps the tiny window high up like impatient fingers. Raven stands by the metal table, sorting through the med kit she dragged in earlier. She’s still in the black tactical pants and long-sleeve shirt, but she’s unzipped the vest halfway. I can see the black sports bra underneath, the way it hugs the swell of her breasts, the faint sheen of sweat in the hollow of her throat.

“Oh yes, I’m all right. I guess the painting just startled me, that’s all.” Raven nodded her head and motioned to the man standing next to her. “This is my friend, Mikial and I think I told you before that my name is Raven.” She glanced at the painting. “Why does it startle you?” Pepper nodded her head at her, then turned her head again to stare at the painting. “Because I think that’s me,” she whispered. Mikial snapped his head toward her as did Raven. “Why would you think that?” Raven asked. “I mean it does look like you but what makes you think it is you?”

Chapter 41: Transformation ARIEL'S POV I swallowed a lump, feeling my heart misbehave as I watched Ravenna take out the two medium-sized paintings. One was of a sophisticated-looking lady in a red gown, standing in a garden of roses, gently touching the flowers. She looked… content. I had fallen in love with the portrait at first glance because I loved roses. But when I saw him buy it, I was confused—most of the ones in his room had darker themes.

The air in the cavern, Conan’s hideout; was heavy with the scent of damp stone and burning torches. Raven sat at the end of the war table alone, her fingers brushing the edges of the map laid out before her. The symbols seemed to dance under the flickering light, their meanings almost close yet frustratingly difficult to grasp. Her mind replaying Conan’s annoying words: “You’d better hope you do. Because if you don’t, Raven; you’ll wish I’d abandoned you instead.”

One Raven against three puppets. The small challenged the great. A contrast that seemed utterly lopsided erupted in an instant with suffocating combat power! That jet-black Divine Raven reborn from the Heaven's light was no longer comparable to any ordinary bird. Fine, starlike Heaven's Patterns coiled around its body, every inky feather as hard as Ancient Iron. The edges of its wings cut through the air, leaving spatial scars that refused to heal. Facing three three-meter-tall Ultimate Zombie Puppets clad in black iron armor and nurtured by Soul-devouring Energy, the Raven neither dodged nor retreated. With its wings spread wide, it directly collided head-on with their encirclement.

“I want immunity.” I scoffed. “You attacked my mate with chemical weapons. You’re not getting immunity.” “Do you want to know who I work for or not?” Raven challenged. Darren held up a hand, silencing us both. “Start talking. Then we’ll discuss terms.” Raven seemed to consider this, then shrugged. “Fine. I work for the humans.” The room went still. Even Darren, despite his calm facade, stiffened in his chair. “Which humans?” he finally asked, his voice low.