Raven Emblem Novels & Stories

I should want to leave. But when he placed my hand on his chest, I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to feel how human he wasn’t. The next morning, Raven woke to a package at her hotel door. Inside: a tailored black blazer. Silk lining. Sharp lapels. Her initials monogrammed inside. And a note: Wear this. You represent me now. —J.M. The collar was still in the drawer beside her bed. She hadn’t worn it again. But today, as she dressed, she looked at both, the blazer and the collar, and realized something terrifying.

Many have become victims, and he doesn't know what Aries and Jordan will do in the future if they are not stopped from now on. "Have you prepared all this?" Rena saw the preparations Raven made in the middle of this A****n forest. A circle made of white powder is two meters in diameter, a painting of a star in the middle, and a burning candle is in each corner of the star image. "You know their rituals, Raven? Do you know how to enter their realm?" asked Rena in disbelief. "Yes." Raven took Rena's hand and extended his hand also to the container made of copper filled with water. The container is in the middle of the circle.

They emptied the man’s pockets. Wallet. Keys. Cash. Nothing unusual. Then… One guard frowned. “Sir.” Lucien looked over. The guard held up something no larger than a coin. A silver medallion. On one side… A raven. On the other… A Roman numeral. VII. Vivienne inhaled sharply. “There were seven.” Elara frowned. “Seven what?” Victor answered. “The founders.” Lucien looked at the medallion. “The Raven Division wasn’t led by one person.”

Naked forms writhing on the floor stopped their pleasure and peered at us. They glared at us with baleful drug-filled eyes, wanting to know why we were interrupting their orgies. Frank slowly brought his hand out and carefully in his grasp was a small round dark eyeglasses. He raised it to his face and put it on his nose. It fit him perfectly. The armed men laughed at the gesture, falsely believing that all was well in their world. I smiled to seal in the effect. These men just had their last laugh. Ravens often symbolized rebirth and starting anew. However, it symbolized death and misfortune to whoever laid eyes on one.

“Is he deliberately trying to drive me insane?” Raven was always associated with dark colors—black, navy blue, and dark brown. Those were the only ones he wore. To him, pink was a color that would ruin his image. It was so far down on his preference list that it wouldn’t even make the top thousand if he had a choice. That color reminded Gia of Caius, who would be delighted to receive a pink sweater as a gift. Still scowling, Raven ripped off the label and put on the sweater. Thankfully, the pants provided were black. Due to their unexpected stay, they had no choice but to accept whatever the host had prepared.

He dug his hand deep into his pocket and retrieve another emblem, the surface of a dark shiny metal compliments the vicious wolf engraved in its front. "I also found this." Jim placed the emblem on the table, as the wolf's pair of ruby red eyes glinted upon the now flickering fire of the candle. Mayari's eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the insignia. She knew that symbol — its very being... its purpose... its meaning... and its core. The sight of it is a sign of something much greater... and threatening. Even though shock is evident in her face, the dim surroundings of the room was able to mask her expression, and she was able to quickly regain her composure.

It resembled a circle with a wolf-claw pattern. The symbol was silver. It flickered slowly, as if it were breathing. Raven had never seen such a mark before. The heat lasted only a few seconds. Then it disappeared, leaving Raven wondering what had happened to his body. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding. Raven touched the symbol. It was still there, and it wasn't an illusion. The mysterious symbol had truly appeared on his body. The night wind blew again. Raven continued staring at the silver symbol on his chest. His heart beat faster.

I managed to ask, although the words came out so quietly that I wasn’t sure they’d heard me. The tallest man tilted his head, studying me for a moment before a small smile touched his mouth. There was something strange about the way he looked at me. It wasn’t the cold stare I’d expected from someone who had just walked into a warehouse and killed half the men inside it. His eyes seemed almost hungry, as though he’d been waiting to see me for a very long time. “The Ravens.” My stomach dropped. Ravens. I remembered the word immediately. The men who had kidnapped me had said it while they were filming me, but I hadn’t understood what they meant. I’d assumed it was the name of whoever they were

“Reeves. Good. We can start.” He clicked the remote and footage filled the central screen. It was footage of a dark alley. There were two armed men with their faces covered. Their movements were calculated and precise. They infiltrated another one of our bases where we stored a bunch of our weaponry. They stole cargos of our property. My stomach tightened. They moved like predators. “This was taken from a street cam three blocks from the attempted ambush site,” Halstrom said. “We enhanced it.” He zoomed in. On their backs, barely visible under the low light, was a symbol stitched in black thread. It was the image of a raven. One wing fractured. Enclosed in a circle.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."