Ebony Dark'ness Raven Dementia Way Novels & Stories

My body climbs into the shower with him, my hand reaching for his chest as he stops me. "Don't touch me, Raven." I glance up at him confused. “I can’t give you my darkness.” I stand shocked” “Yes, you can.” “Don’t, I can’t do that. You’re too good to take my bad Raven.” His eyes close. “You’re not bad Grayson!” How can he think that? His eyes snap open, and a shiver curses down my spine at his eyes. “I’m fucking evil! I will ruin you, so don’t touch me!” I move closer, my heart breaking under his gaze

Raven rolled her eyes " Didn't you just say you'll roast him alive" She frowned in confusion " Wait! How did he even call you directly, are you.. " I'm Meek and he's Eight, we're Venom's companions" Meek said with an outstretched hand, Raven enveloped her hand with his, she wondered why she felt like she was drowning while staring into his deep brown eyes. " Uh.I I'm Raven Smith, the eldest miss of the Smith family, it's nice to meet you both" **** Even as Olivia scanned the entire hall, she couldn't find anything that could have frightened Daera.

I heard Raven say, causing me to stop. I could see Raven and Ebony sitting on a wooden bench, talking. Ebony looked sad which was causing me to feel pain in my chest. I didn't like seeing her sad. "I don't know, Raven. We have never gotten along, and now we are Mates. He probably doesn't even want me as his Mate. He always told me how worthless I am," Ebony said. I could hear the sadness in her voice. " He didn't mean that Ebony. I am sure that he is more than happy you are his mate," Raven replied, and Ebony shrugged her shoulder.

They wouldn't be able to hide for so long without making a mistake on their part. “Yeah…their eye color would change back to normal, which is always black, whenever they are triggered or angry”. Raven's eye color had always been gray, and when she was angered it turned more grayish. “You don’t think they have been the one attacking us all this while”. Gale said, his brows furrowed in thought. “No thier method of killing is quite crafty, they can kind of suck out the life of the person with their dark spells, without hurting them physically”.

Dark Enchantment Chapter 1: Elara Have you ever craved something so deeply, only to regret it when it became reality? That’s exactly how I felt, but tenfold. My heart felt as if it had been ripped from my chest, and I had to suppress all that pain. I had to fix everything because the trouble was of my own making. Six months earlier… My father sent me to this place when I turned sixteen because I was what he called the family disappointment. Back home, I was as girly as a girl could be and popular. But it seems it wasn’t enough.

He trailed her like a submissive omega. While Avery could tolerate her grandfather’s confusion, his groveling toward Jenny made her suspect the girl was using forbidden moon-potions or mental glamours. Concerned, Avery took the elder to Dr. Mercer for a deep-marrow scan. The healer confirmed it was merely the "Dormant Mind" sickness—the lupine version of Alzheimer's—with no magical interference.

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.”

Agatha approached me and placed both hands on either side of my head. I felt a surge of power rush into my head, but a sudden force pushed it out forcefully. Agatha gasped and let go of me like I had burned her. “You… what are you?” She asked, her eyes turning wide in horror. “Agatha, what happened? Couldn't you see her memory?” Someone asked. Agatha was still looking at me as she answered. “I've seen her memory and verified that Raven had turned dark… I saw her trying to kill them in that cave.”

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.