Novel & Cerita Raven 8

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha. While Liliana’s hair is silvery white with eyes that are pale blue and white near the center, her aura radiates her powerful Lycan Healer abilities. “Daddy she’s here!” Liliana calls out with a look of relief flooding her like she is glad to see her sister’s ok. “Liliana, get back!” Rebecca snarls while running beside Gideon as I carry Raven outside into the snow finding Liliana’s lack of fear very amusing. “Raven, what are you doing where have you been, it’s morning?” Gideon panics taking her from my arms possessively as I rub her back trying to keep her calm.

Anna's face turned solemn and did now no longer tolerate any objections. On her orders, Raven might likely be captured with the aid of using one of the guy's statuses with the aid of using in the back of her. Faced with this important second earlier than the upcoming crisis, Raven clenched his fist and concept of countermeasures. The surrounding ecosystem grew tense. Facing off silently, shrouded in danger—The silence turned into damage with the aid of using an impolite sound from in the back of Raven. "What's with those humans? Hey you, hurry and provide an explanation for to me!"

Aisha POV: ‘He hung up the call’ I spoke in my mind, I kept staring at my phone screen in haze mind when a Porsche came and stopped in front of me “babe get in….” Michael said peeking through passenger side window, I hoped in his car and we drive off “Is everything fine?” Michael spoke with concern look “AAhmm… Not sure, I called my Mom but she didn’t respond so I called papa and…” I spoke “And what?” Michael questioned staring at road ahead “And someone named RAVAN responded through his phone” I replied “RAVAN? What kind of name is that?” Michael questioned with amused smile “well, I am not 100% sure but it is an Indian Mythological character from Ramayan ?” I replied “Okeis……….. well that

Raven does whatever his Mom asks him to do. His Mom and mine have been best friends since childhood back in Japan. We were supposed to be rich, but Dad left nothing for Mom. His Will was under his Mom's name. Grandma hates Mom and me because Mom is Japanese, and I took most of her features. Let's just say she's racist. The driver's door opens. Raven got in. I shrink in my seat. He's very intimidating. He sighed and looked at me. He said nothing. He turned on the car and reversed. I watched as his hand moved on the steering wheel. He usually uses his palm to drive which is fucking sexy.

It cracked me up because I wasn’t expecting that. This is MAGIC from his little Raven. Will love to have a Mini Raven soon.

Chapter 13 DAMIEN’S POV: The safehouse feels smaller every time she walks into the room. The single bulb overhead buzzes like it’s on its last breath, throwing long shadows across the concrete walls. Rain taps the tiny window high up like impatient fingers. Raven stands by the metal table, sorting through the med kit she dragged in earlier. She’s still in the black tactical pants and long-sleeve shirt, but she’s unzipped the vest halfway. I can see the black sports bra underneath, the way it hugs the swell of her breasts, the faint sheen of sweat in the hollow of her throat.

“I want immunity.” I scoffed. “You attacked my mate with chemical weapons. You’re not getting immunity.” “Do you want to know who I work for or not?” Raven challenged. Darren held up a hand, silencing us both. “Start talking. Then we’ll discuss terms.” Raven seemed to consider this, then shrugged. “Fine. I work for the humans.” The room went still. Even Darren, despite his calm facade, stiffened in his chair. “Which humans?” he finally asked, his voice low.

“And he f*cking really has the upper hand! I'm such a damn coward. There's no single way to make him feel terrible like I feel right now. I can't find his son who obviously has a relationship with my half-sister who I need to kill before I get my father's assets. I need the two of them—or probably one. I don't give much shit about my mother since she's old, and Don Miller probably knows that. So it'll be just fine if I could get his son, and then I'll have him at my feet!“ “I understand your pain,” said Venom, sounding sorry but looking the opposite. “No you don't. You f*cking don't!“ yelled Raven. He clenched his fists in rage and hit the wall behind him. “If there's no progress with findin