Novel & Cerita Raven Castle

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

Chapter 32. Ravens, Peacocks, Eurasian Eagle Owls Evening had dropped its dark curtain over the Raven Harpy's Lands and mountainous alpine Kingdom. It was picturesque and brimming with the mysterious atmosphere it sometimes held. The castle being carved into the tops of the tallest of the three mountains, the one in the centre, meant that despite the thick cloud cover that all of those below the summit would experience tonight, the royal household and all of those who dwelled within would get to enjoy the spectacle of the crescent moon.

Diana's POV Once again, I step into his gigantic castle of a house. But this time, instead of the cold, dismissive treatment I got earlier, there are rows of maids and workers lined at the entrance—heads bowed, hands folded, posture stiff. I guess this is their “good behavior.” I don’t blame them though. If I had a boss like this cocky, stone-faced bastard, I’d probably walk on eggshells too. Two maids move toward the trunk to retrieve my luggage, but before they can even touch the bags, Roland lifts a hand. They freeze instantly, like someone pressed pause on their lives.

Chapter 23: First Steps in Shadow Ten days after her rescue, Raven stood in the deepest training chamber beneath Castle Valros. The room was carved from living obsidian—walls smooth and black, absorbing light rather than reflecting it. Floating orbs of violet flame drifted near the ceiling, casting a cold, steady glow that never wavered. No windows. No echoes. Only the faint vibration of distant castle life filtering through stone, and the soft rustle of Victoria’s cloak as she moved to stand beside her.

Jonathan chimes in as he continues to search as we move further away from the castle. “Just get home fast, I’m not telling Raven anything until you’re here, I don’t want her to get her hopes up,” Osric admits, with a little hope in his tone making me nod knowing it won’t be good for Raven to get her hopes up just to be crushed if we get caught.

I cut in, losing my patience. Ravenna heaves a breath and steps down onto the shining white tile. This whole castle is a temple of white–white walls, white floors, everything glittering like crystals. The castle is made of crystal, in fact, but it looks totally different in the storm plagued darkness. Instead of the usual golden glow from the sunlight, it’s now dark and shimmering with the lightning crackling overhead. A testament to Ravenna’s powers, truly. “Fine. Petra will escort her upstairs–”

She was dying to have her arms free and the rag out of her mouth, but she wasn’t going to complain in the prospect Raven tied her back up again. The grand hall to the castle was almost enchanted. The floors were black and white ceramic tile, the walls were a dark wood that had been patched up, and the ceiling wasn’t even caving in. Raven steered her quickly through it though she wanted to have a better look at the place. There were paintings—some sceneries, some women, and some of ships. There were sculptures and vases! So many things of the old world were collected here! She was so distracted by all these wondrous things that she didn’t notice that they’d turned into a bigger room where man

Rachel’s POV Ravencrest Castle was a monument to ego. Unlike the rugged, stone-hewn warmth of Moon Stone, Elijah’s halls were draped in silver silk and lit by chandeliers that dripped with crystal. It was beautiful, but it felt static, cold and devoid of a soul; like a museum. I had been bathed, perfumed and dressed in a gown of shimmering slate grey that Elijah had sent to my chambers. It was a tactical choice. The color of a storm, not a surrender.

All of the citizens of the three kingdoms lived happily. Ransford, capital of the Raven kingdom and the city of dreams. The capital was very expensive and full of riches. It was the most beautiful city in the Raven Kingdom. Being full of the royals. the nobles and rich families, the city was full of expensive things. The city spoke riches. The roads were paved with stones where horse carriages would run every time. The city would always be nuzzling and crowded with beautiful women in the most beautiful gowns and the most handsome men in their most good-looking attires. The beauty of the city was furthermore heightened by the royal palace situated between the mountains which could be visible

Rowan’s POV The summons came before we even cleared the mage’s corridor. A guard fell into step beside Ansel. “The council requests the princes’ presence. Immediately.” I glanced back. Raven stood where we’d left her, framed in the candlelight of Maya’s chamber, that baffled look still on her face. I said nothing. Some things weren’t mine to poke at. Not yet. The pull she had on me was amazing. I could feel it from ther;, she was no doubt our mate.