Novel & Cerita Demon Raven

Raven said, which made me tremble even more with fear. My tears flowed even more. I was so scared. I peeked forward and was surprised to see that she was nearby. My breathing stopped. Her katana was the one that greeted me when I peeked. I looked at her and saw she was looking ahead and still rolling her eyes. I thought she had seen me. I touched my chest because my heart was beating so fast. "Maybe I should pay your younger brother or maybe your parents a visit," Raven said and then laughed like a demon. No, let's remove the word 'like'. She is really a demon. A demon hiding behind her angelic face!

"H-He granted me power to save me from suffering. I saw him in my dream and...He told me to use this power to avenge what I went through." I didn't expect his self-belief, he's also the Gaurdian wolf of Divine Flame. I told him, "The real Guardian wolf of Divine Flame would not advice you to get revenge. He's one of the moon goddess trusted Guardians. The power you possess is indeed divine, it's yours but it has been manipulated by your inner demon." "W-What?"

Damon smacked his hands together loudly and the fissure closed with a clap of thunder, sealing itself, preventing Leon’s escape. Afanasiv dropped down fast, driving his fist into Ravenous’s chest, fingers reaching through bone and sinew, talons scraping away flesh to get at the heart. He tore it from the demon’s chest and flung it to the floor of the chamber. Ravenous abandoned tearing and biting at the ancient to dive after the falling heart.

The room fell silent, the weight of the system's response crushing their hopes. Whispers and murmurs fell over the council, a mix of shock and desperation lingering in the air. Then Aethon asked, his voice laced with a hint of hope, "Who can?" Slowly, one by one, pictures appeared on the screen, each one revealing a mighty warrior who could make a difference. The first was a picture of Raven, beautiful and radiant, her pregnancy glowing with an otherworldly light. Aethon's face lit up with pride as he said, "This is my Mate." The council members stared at her image, their eyes wide with wonder, their whispers turning to gasps of amazement. "She is captivatingly beautiful," one of them breath

No matter what you do to him there, he’ll not fight back. Raven hasn’t yet accepted his true powers, but once he does, he’ll hold powers second only to that of a God. A demon with such blessings is nothing but a threat to the order of the universe. But don’t worry, as far as I’ve studied that kid, his inferiority complex will stop him from ever accepting that power.

Dane. “You see it too, right? I mean you have to. You are our older brother. You are his Alpha.” Raven is leaning on my desk, staring at me with her dark eyes while Damien has his hands on her hips, trying to calm her down. “Which one do you think it is? It can’t be both. He can’t be trapped and trying to kill his Wolf’s spirit.”

Raven cradled Damien’s limp head in her hands, her fingers trembling as she pressed against the faint warmth of his skin. His breath was shallow, barely there, and every second that passed felt like it was slipping through her fingers. But despite the panic clawing at her chest, her eyes remained locked on the divine figure before her. The Moon Goddess, bathed in silvery light, radiated a presence so overwhelming that Raven struggled to find her voice. This was no hallucination, no fevered dream brought on by exhaustion. This was real.

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie

“That’s what the Men of the Shadows use to bind people. If they said it’s a debt to pay, then it’s them. It’s those men.” My eyes scanned the chaos. I knew it, felt it—they were watching. “If they’re responsible, we need to leave now,” Damon said sharply. “They have to be here somewhere,” I muttered. “Do you want to die here before finding them?” Damon snapped. “What matters is leaving before this place burns to the ground.” “I’ll find a way out,” Raven said as she stretched—and then morphed into a bird, taking off effortlessly. I froze for a second, seeing her shift for the first time, but forced myself to focus.

Pascal croaked in alarm, looking at the wings of the demon, very similar to crows in plumage and coloring, but several times greater in scope: - The Holy Inquisition! human speech broke out. “Sword, the demon has a sword!” - rushed the raven, paws. - Oh, the hostess got into it. He snapped his beak, keeping his black eyes fixed on the pair. “There are legions behind the demon… Commander? Marquis or Prince?! Yes, what a difference! My hostess got in. Oh, got in! The raven took to the sky. "You can't just run away," he said to himself. - We need to help. How to help?! His gaze darted from the witch to the chaos that was being created. “I hope you revive me, mistress. The bird landed behind a d