Ebony Dark'ness Raven Dementia Way Novels & Stories

Raven "I am really hungry by the way." I asked him to order for me too and I went to take shower and as soon as I came out dinner was served. I sat there and was enjoying it. He was still looking angry and was giving me death glares but I didn't care. I was ignoring him. Neil "Are you afraid of dark?" Raven "No not at all. Yeah when It rains I get scared but why are you asking that?" Neil "I just assumed that Because last night you were talking so much in your sleep. You were suffering with temperature too. "

Not even breadcrumbs. The silence after their words felt louder than before. I turned my gaze toward Raven. She leaned forward slowly, resting her forearms on the table. Her dark hair was pulled into a low bun, strands loose around her temples. Even in stillness, she looked exhausted—more so than any of us. Her eyes were ringed with sleeplessness, her voice barely above a whisper when she spoke. “I haven’t found anything either,” she admitted. “I’ve followed every lead I could think of. I even reached out to some of my mother’s old contacts.”

The battle for supreme power was just beginning, and the fates of both were intertwined in a dark dance that would shape the course of the supernatural world. The raven landed silently on the balcony railing of the majestic room where Maya stood, witnessing the fall of Justin's hopes. The darkness around them seemed to intensify, as if the environment itself mourned the impending tragedy. Justin, blinded by his obsession, saw the raven as an extension of himself, a silent observer of his darkest desires.

The bitter cold that followed nearly froze his bones, and tears escaped his eyelids. Suddenly, everything stopped—for a second. Rayven opened his eyes to see the raging wind now swirling in circles around him and Damon. Damon’s eyes were a darker shade of black. Rayven’s heart thudded erratically in his chest. His face paled like that of a ghost, and even his limbs trembled—Damon looked too terrifying. His eyes were a darker shade of black and he stared at him with a soul piercing glare.

A deep rumble pierced through my fading hearing, “this is on you, Grace.” Then there was the silence. Voices vanished leaving nothing but the heavy weight of the void. Like they say, life on borrowed time. It will never be yours, nor mine. Not until a spark of light crack the walls of oblivion. A beam of ray cut through the cracks and went straight to Raven, drowning in his own blood and lifeless. Raven? The energy of that light seemed so warm that it pulled Raven back to his senses, his eyes were half-opened yet it was enough to see the light slowly forming into an image of a wolf… with glowing golden-brown eyes.

I quickly turned away, disgusted, and buried my face in dad's chest. "She had lamenia when she was born," Dad whispered it painfully as if it were a terrible thing. I frowned when the silence filled the room, suffocating all three of us. Looking around, Xander seemed slightly surprised but remained collected. Dad's expression was tired and a little sorrowful. I didn't understand. "What's lamenia?" I muttered. Xander stared at me strangely, as if I suddenly grew four heads. "Lamenia?" He choked, his eyes slightly wider than before, "no, not you, O'Connor." He took a step away from us, his voice hoarse and disbelieving. "Not you, of all people. "

“The library is backing the coven’s requests. Sapphire, I don’t have time for this or the brain to wrap around this. It’s up to you and mom.” “Right. You’re busy. Love you. Benedict’s running in now. Say hi to him for me.” “Bye. Say hi to everyone.” “I will.” Ebony went into her email again and double-checked the notes she’d made. Her experience came from living with her mother and her Pack. Her mother’s family and the coven members she interacted with had taught her to be paranoid over how she passed on the finer details of Sapphire and her mother’s predictions and hints about the future. Their warnings and advice weren’t any better. Well, they were worse truly. Right now, she’d given them

"She wasn’t wrong, Raven... There is something dark inside of me... There are times I just want to destroy everything, an anger that I want to unleash upon everything and everyone." His words were quiet and icy, sending worry coursing through me. "There is a darkness inside of me, Raven, and I can’t deny that, because I feel like I'm always battling to reign it in." He said, his voice so hushed and icy that it sent a chill through me, yet it wasn’t his sentence that made my blood run cold... It was the dark navy of his eyes that now bore into mine…

The man seemed to be losing his breath, his face started to turn purple and with time, he fell to his knees in front of Aspen. Aspen, who had been looking around for any nearby doctor, then saw the cause of Lance’s pain. It was her sister, Raven, who was now wearing an aura that exuded darkness. Her eyes shined with a reddish glow, and artistically evil black lines started to appear on the woman’s skin. The sight startled Aspen a little. But when Raven opened her mouth to speak, true fear wrapped Aspen. “I told you to tell the truth, you fool.” The resounding and sinister voice shook the space, and the surrounding lights flickered without pause. “I wish to get rid of you, so why are you acti

It's difficult to tell what half of her blood is made up of because she's not sure whether there is even an eye color that is blue mixed with a tint of purple out there. She also remembered that one time, when Mr. Black decided to hire a doctor to check her eyes to confirm whether it isn't a disability, the doctor was later on killed by Mr. Black himself when he started crazily rambling on about it being an unnatural and unseen thing. The moment he mentioned that he wants to experiment Raven's body was the moment his head rolled off on the floor.