Ebony Dark'ness Raven Dementia Way Novels & Stories

I said, my voice shaking, "please pull me out. It’s scary. I don’t want to be stuck in those memories any longer than I have to be." Raven rubbed my wrists affectionately, her touch a silent promise that she wouldn't let me drown. I leaned back in my seat, closed my eyes, and let myself fall into the source of my nightmares. ********** Seventeen-year-old me is seated beside my mother’s bed. The room is cold, despite the fire burning in the hearth. My mother looks so frail and weak, her body swallowed by the silk sheets. Her eyes are sunken, the vibrant blue replaced by a dead, hollow gray. Her once beautiful face is as pale as the snow outside.

“This can’t be real. Magic isn’t real. These dreams aren’t real. They’re just dreams.” Emily steps forward. “They’re visions, Raven. You tell me every night.” Raven frowns. “No, I don’t. I’ve never told you. I only ever told the cat.” I blink. “What cat? We don’t have a cat.” Raven looks at me like I’m the one losing it. “The black cat. With the blue streaks. It comes into my room at night.” Emily groans. “Oh, for the love of...”

That smile suddenly disappeared when she saw someone who was being brought by Andros, but Naomi was still calm with an expressionless face. "Who is she, Draynes?" This time Naomi prefers to ask Draynes, asking about it to Brandi is not a good thing especially with Andros. Brendi is a vampire with a steadfast and resolute character, for Andros himself all vampires know that he cannot control his emotions.

Etched with weariness and sadness. He put a firm yet gentle hand on Ethan's arm while kneeling next to his bed. Silently Daemon said, “ I know this will come as a shock. But you must be aware of reality.” Waiting, Ethan held his breath. With a look into his eyes, Daemon said what Ethan could never have expected. “Ravena has passed away.” The planet appeared to tilt. Blinking Ethan was certain he had misheard. “No,” Ethan said in a whisper while shaking his head. “You are telling lies.”

Chapter 77 Raven's eyes drooped slightly, exhausted but still radiating a terrifying aura, as she scanned the horizon. Axel knelt at her side, his hands holding hers. “Raven… it’s over… now,” he whispered. The calm lasted only moments. A sudden wave of dizziness pulled at Raven’s consciousness. The battlefield, the shattered walls, the dying cries all dissolved into shards of light and shadow. She fell to her knees, coughing violently as her vision swirled, and the Hollow Blade’s presence wrapped around her like a living shadow, coiling into the deepest recesses of her mind.

“You took Ryder. You took everything that was mine.” Tessa would spit at her. “He was never yours.” That’s when Raven would lose it. I could picture her grabbing a bucket of water, hurling it at Tessa’s face. “You want water? There! Drink it!” The room would echo with Raven’s laugh—sharp, broken, echoing off the metal walls. She wasn’t the same Raven we once knew. She was cracked. Empty. Haunted by the curse she couldn’t break. I followed the tire marks down the back roads near Blackthorn Ridge. The van tracks veered off the asphalt toward an old path that led to the cliffs.

I whimper, and rush to Raven’s side, placing my hand over her stomach and the other over her chest to make sure her heartbeat is steady. “I tried Pentu, I really tried, the poison was designed to hurt her pup,” Mummo sobs, placing her hands over mine making the healing light even brighter. I look up to see Clover standing by Raven’s head, sobbing and shaking her head, when I feel Mummo is right, Raven lost her pup and nothing we do would change it.

“Raven. I need to know you’re ready for this. You haven’t slept and you’ve taken my blood. How are you?” Raven turned to him. Her eyes were dry and bloodshot, her lips chapped. Other than that, she didn’t seem to be adversely affected. Maybe she wasn’t a caster like Alexandre. Perhaps, she was just a girl.” “Mind your mind, Barren. I can still hear you. Even before your blood kiss.”

Raven POV A woman stands behind me, long dark black hair cascading over her shoulders, bright green eyes twinkling, her complexion like pale porcelain, a simple white dress gathering tight around her bodice and then flowing down to her ankles, her feet bare. She’s stunning. Ethereal. A mature-aged woman who resembles me. I know instantly who she is and my eyes widen in disbelief. For so long I’ve dreamed of this moment, and now that it’s here, it confirms my worst thoughts. I’m dead. I have to be. Grace Sinclair can't be here otherwise.

Ezra clapped as though Raven had just shown a magic trick. “And have I ever told you that you should join the mental asylum for deranged demons? I can book a bed for you there in no time at all,” Raven glared at Ezra. “You think I am mentally sick?” Ezra growled, and there was a sudden shift in the gravity around them. The air seemed to have thickened with their overpowering auras. “You can’t do one thing properly. There’s nothing about you I can say is perfect. You are full of flaws. So maybe, who knows?” Raven grunted with a scowl.