Notice Anything Different Raven Novels & Stories

Raven’s brow furrowed. “There’s something different about you. I know you enough to tell,” Azzmi said, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. “Jimmy’s going to be okay,” Raven assured her. “That’s great news! Can you please tell me what exactly happened to him?” Azzmi asked, her curiosity piqued. As Raven explained, Azzmi listened carefully, her mind focused on the words, but something about him kept nagging at her. There was a change in him, something she couldn’t quite place. He almost seemed...sad. Or maybe she was just overthinking it.

It made her smile for a few seconds, so he smiled back. “You look different...” Raven noticed. “Why? Am I more attractive? “Josh asked. Raven didn’t respond. Everyone could hear the coming demons within a few seconds.

I finish everything on my plate. Roland doesn’t comment. Just signals for the bill, which Benny refuses to bring. Cute relationship they have. Back in the car, the city noise fades behind us. I feel full. Comfortable. Finally. I adjust in the chair as the car starts to move. Ten minutes later I look out the window and realize that something looks odd " This isn't the way back to yours" "Did you say we were getting out rings Diana?" I turn to face him "Oh , I thought you'd say it's too late"

Raven I'm helping one of our gardeners replant his herbs and vegetables when I feel a sting on the back of my neck (( oww )) I pat the back of my neck thinking it was a bee or something that stung me but I didn't feel anything or notice an insect flying away from me. [[ Are you okay Raven? ]] (( yes, it's probably just a bee sting, I'm not allergic or anything so it's fine )) [[ would you like me to have a look because you can't leave the stinger in your skin ]] (( sure thank you )) my hair is up in a bun because I knew I'd be hot if I left it down, now I'm thinking maybe I should have and this would not have happened. [[ I don't see anything, there is a red spot there but there's no stinger

That’s when I noticed the door to the side of my cell was open, how odd. I rushed out as fast as I could and tried to pick up her scent but the silver still enveloping my wrists and my lack of food and therefor energy was taking a toll. The hall was spinning in my vision making me feel nauseous. It’s as if they expected or knew what was coming, they had obviously left enough hunters to put up a fight, but they had already taken Raven away, even in my state I should have gotten a slight whiff of her scent, but I got nothing, she was gone.

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Their destination was on the other side of the town, so they were almost there. “Yes, we’re almost there. Thank goodness. Is it me or is the scrub brush taller than before we left? And I mean taller by half a foot or more.” Raven cocked her head to the side as his eyes snapped back to her as his eyes opened with a slow worried look forming on his face. “I don’t remember any of the outdoor scrub plants ever growing” “This won’t end will it?” He looked at the closest plants and he couldn’t tell either way if they were bigger or not.

Raven, however, managed to mask her expression and greeted both of them to avoid getting picked on for the most unreasonable reasons. "Good morning, beta. Good morning, Chef Linda." Nadia didn't bother to answer. However, Mrs. Linda snorted, "What's that good about the morning?" Raven didn't answer and merely lowered her head, focusing on her tasks. She had transformed the night before and met her wolf, Sage, for the second time, so she had her fingers crossed in anticipation of meeting her mate. And she was not about to let just anything get in the way of her freedom.

For the first time in days, I feel like I’m not fighting the forest, but listening to it. I close my eyes, breathing slow. The fever still simmers under my skin, but it’s weaker now, fading. Then I hear the rustle of wings. I look up. A raven perches on a low branch above me, black feathers gleaming like night. It tilts its head, watching me with bright, intelligent eyes. It caws once, then drops something. A feather. It lands at my feet, soft and perfect. I reach down, picking it up gently.

Humanity’s consciousness had never been separate; Lumen had simply tuned it. Then, from somewhere deep within the dreamfield, a note faltered — a discordant hum. Sophia felt it like a cold wave slicing through warmth. “What was that?” she asked. Fear, the resonance replied. Residual signal. Some still resist connection. --- Ottawa — Raven’s Perspective Raven awoke with a start, her mind filled with afterimages — a city made of light, voices speaking in languages she had never learned but somehow understood. She stumbled from her cot, heart pounding.