Dc Raven Artwork Novels & Stories

“Ouch! Loud much.” I was making my way in and tippy-toed in hopes I’d spot Zach, Jason, or Erica. I was about to go around the group of people dancing when I suddenly heard a familiar beat. The DJ began to play, ‘Black Out Days by Phantogram’, one of my favorite songs, but you already know that. I stepped forward but then hesitated. What was stopping me? Nobody knew me. I was unrecognizable and I was Raven tonight. Raven the Daredevil, a rebel who loved speed. That was my persona when I would hop on my bike.

even if one of those wolves was supposed to be mine. Raven stood in the centre of it all, her red curls cascading like a waterfall down her back, a silver thread woven through every lock. Her dress was nothing short of ethereal, a masterpiece of moon lace and frost-spun silk, with a bodice that glittered like starlight and a flowing train kissed by ancient runes. She looked powerful. Beautiful. Untouchable. And Declan... gods.

Raven's eyes sweep over me, slow and appraising, before their lips curl into a knowing smile. "Oh, honey," they purr, clapping their hands together. "This is going to be fun." Raven practically vibrates with excitement, their eyes sweeping over me like I'm a couture gown they can't wait to tailor. Neon lights reflect off their sequined jumpsuit, throwing glimmers of purple and silver across their dark skin. I shift under their gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of how ordinary I must look compared to the dazzling explosion of colour around me. But Raven doesn't seem to mind. They take a step closer, eyes glinting.

The warm light spilled over the space, highlighting the details I hadn’t noticed before — the motorcycle parts scattered on a workbench in the corner, the shelves full of books, the framed photo of him and Jake standing side by side in front of their bikes. But what caught my attention most was the massive mural on the far wall. It was an intricate painting of a raven mid-flight, wings spread wide against a stormy sky, its eyes sharp and fierce. The detail was stunning, the feathers so lifelike they seemed to ripple in the dim light. “You did this?” I asked, unable to tear my eyes away. “I didn’t know you painted.” Talon stepped up behind me, his presence warm and solid. “Yeah, used to,” he

Forever. And it scared her. What if... What if she fell too deep and.... Sighing, Raven stood up from the floor, dusting her joggers and setting the frame back on the desk as she walked to her rooms window and opened it. Down below were people chatting and walking around. Except two figures caught her eyes. Frowning, she headed down. * As Raven stormed toward the men, she realized, annoyingly that Axel wasn't like any wolf she had seen. He wasn't muscular, and his skin wasn't tanned.

He asked, biting her female lips, "Yes, but don't forget that many are tagged first and then the mark appears." Zayn 's sign was in the form of a brown wolf's forehead with red eyes, just as Mars is now enthusiastic about marking it, "Mars says to your news" with a laugh and hugging him, burying her head in his chest with great shyness, "It's a shameless wolf" I whispered to hear Zayn Does this mean that Zayn hasn't branded an Ardena yet, so she doesn't have an OK mark? ...

From afar, a wolf’s howl pierced the silence, as if declaring to the heavens that the sacred moment had arrived. All eyes turned toward the altar, unaware that elsewhere, a lone figure was quietly slipping into the darkness, step by step leaving behind the world of light. Raven stood at the altar, draped in a black cloak embroidered with golden thread, a symbol of his supreme authority as Alpha. His face was unreadable, his amber eyes cold and still as a frozen lake. Under the moonlight, his silver-gray hair shimmered faintly, adding an air of ethereal nobility and distance to his presence.

Raven tittered, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth. “I guess my nerves are a bit on edge.” Christine tried to laugh her fright away. Was it the sudden scare that had her heart beating so erratically? Or was it the fact that he smelled really nice. “I didn’t mean to scare you, though. I just wanted to ask you something.” He lifted a hand to scratch the back of his neck, smiling a lopsided dimpled smile. “Oh?” she berated herself for thinking that Raven was dangerously attractive. “I wanted to know whether you would care to sit for me. For a painting. You have the most exquisite features.” He touched her cheek with one finger, tracing the delicate bones down to her jaw.

Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her I*******m… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself…

A dream where I made a new friend but Cynthia's demise dawned on me yet again and I recalled the evening vividly. What did I think of him? I felt he was just another intransigent teenager, (we're very much alike in this, you'll get to know) and though it's annoying, I quite like that about him. We don't have similar interests but he's nice to talk with and handsome too. I'm not attracted to him, just so you know. I just love appreciating nice works of art and Tim, is a masterpiece. I finally admitted to myself that it would be nice to see him again and thoughts of the evening with him kept me occupied and made me forget that one of us was gone. At least, till the next day.