Randal Ivory Fanart Novels & Stories

Ivory gazed at the photo on her desk, her mouth as dry as the desert. She didn't know how to react or even if she should. She couldn't help but feel something, something she didn't want to explore. It was Raiden, on the cover of a tabloid, clearly having dinner with Naomi Bradford and his mother. This news stirred up numerous controversies, setting Raiden in an unfavorable light, especially since Naomi Bradford was recently widowed.

“You’re delusional.” “Oi, Randal!” Bogdan calls out. “Stop flirting with the merchandise!” Randal raises his hands in surrender. “I’m not flirting, Bo. Just trying to be friendly.” “Well, stop it! I already told you to go fuck the humans, not the wolf shifters!” Randal gives me an apologetic smile. “Forgive Bo. He doesn’t think men and women can be friends without sex being involved.” I roll my eyes. Randal seems to enjoy annoying the other Blood Takers. A part of me finds it amusing. Even with my distaste of him trafficking people across borders, I can’t deny he’s a funny guy.

You might display a few of your paintings to me. I gave her a nod and went up to my room. But the thoughts of what I had heard would not leave me. Ivory saw some of the drawings I'd done in my room. The majority of them were joyful objects, such as animals and flowers. However, I drew one last night following a nightmare.

Ivory on the other hand was busy on her phone, she looked so engrossed in it that I was certain even if she was going to get kidnapped, she wouldn’t know. I stood at the spot where I was, waiting for either of them to walk into the mansion. Raiden wasn’t moving, he was engrossed in the conversation he was having with the people around him, I was so fed up with waiting for him, I took in a very deep breath and decided to do the most unexpected thing ever. “Raiden, are we going inside or what?” Everyone immediately turned to stare at me, including him, they all looked shocked, but he didn’t, he knew what I was capable of. I took calm strides over to him and the people around him stared at me a

I ask Raziel with a frown. He immediately gets serious again and indicates his so-called allies to come down with a nod. Both creatures land soundlessly and effortlessly next to us and lower their heads. One of them is pale tall, deep blue eyes and white hair. The other one is slightly shorter, his skin as dark as the night, his hair equally dark, and his eyes are of a hunting shade of honey. "Meet Ebony and Ivory…" Raziel says, and as I blink in surprise with their names, the three of them hold still for a few seconds, then laugh all together.

“That matter will be taken care of as soon as we leave this place for now Let’s—” Before anything the translucent being whiz to the spot where Randall stood swinging its hand without mercy fortunately, for the King of Humanes he dodged it by bending over then Randall clenched his fist, thrusting his fist aimed upward to the translucent being as the rings on his fingers compelled out violet flames, orange flames, blue flames and red-orange flames in a mixtures of inimitable variants of color flames covering the face of the translucent being in front of him on top of that the flames roared so high it reaches the skies.

Randall rubbed at his chin and told him to take them to the plastic sheet-covered room. "I have the urge to shred flesh," he answered sourly. Ivan's cell phone began to ring and as he looked at it he said, "It is Felix." Opening his eyes wide Randall waved his hand for Ivan to inform him of what was being said. Pressing the end button on the call Ivan hissed.

The room goes deathly silent, the sheer presence of her icy beauty knocking us all off the edge. Misty gray-blue hits first, measuring, questioning—judging. They are nearly translucent, holding a distant, glass-like sheen. Her skin is porcelain-pale with no warmth of pigment, just a soft, ethereal glow that makes her look unreal. The little hair that peeks from beneath her veil shows sultry silver curls, all resting atop her head like a crown. "Ivory's," Vincenzo's voice bursts out again. "Introducing our Star Girl, Ivory, Raven Series, Mark Three."

When the scout left, Randal turned back to Candice, his gaze unreadable. “The Ivanov Clan is finally restored,” he said. “Salem Ivanov’s bloodline stands again.” Candice nodded slowly. “That is good news.” Randal stood and approached her, his voice lowering. “There is more.” She looked up at him, confusion stirring. “What do you mean?” She swallowed hard. She knew that expression all too well—the same one her grandfather wore when she was in trouble. His brows were drawn together, his gaze serious and unyielding, and it sent a chill down her spine.

Ivory’s brows rose. “She did?” She asked. “She did,” Cameron confirmed and began leading her through the hall. “She was an avid art lover and had a thing for collecting.” Pointing at one of the pieces, he introduced. “This was her favorite, the masterpiece of her collection.” Ivory stepped closer and examined the art piece. It was a painting of a lady dressed in a beautiful black gown, a black veil over her face and in her hand, a black rose.