Raven Emblem Novels & Stories

But the others were supremely confident in her capabilities that he had no choice but to capitulate. “Very well,” he said. “This investment group is formed as of right now, pending official paperwork of course. What’s our first order of business?” “How ‘bout a name?” asked Eva. “The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.”

I SCANNED THE NAMELESS ENVELOPE carefully with my eyes. No name, no address or a telephone number found on it. Not even a postage stamp. A complete blank and unaddressed outer with no inscription. But there is something. There is a wax seal placed on the envelope. I moved the tip of my fingers on the prominent and strange shape stamped. A raven wax seal stamp. I squeeze my mind trying to think if I can make myself familiar with it. Have I ever seen this raven on any brand logo before? It could be symbolic of a certain cult? Or a hallmark of a local store. Unfortunately, my memory failed to conjure any old information.

he said, a hint of pride in his voice. I looked at the emblem and it had the image of a wolf or werewolf, with glowing eyes, sharp teeth, and a menacing expression. The emblem may also have a full moon behind the werewolf. It was with unique and special designs. "But wouldn't this reveal your identity?" I asked, still feeling hesitant. Rowland nodded, "Yes, but we'll use it secretly. We have to go to a cheap restaurant in a secluded area." I nodded, feeling relieved that we had a plan. "Okay, let's go then."

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

"It was one of several reasons." "Tell me about it," Onyx asked to know more as they sat down in the VIP waiting area. "Well, I used to handle missions that weren't too hard or risky all by myself with only my wingman. And ravens always go alone and stuff. Basically, I wasn't a social crow, and if I quote their word, 'I was way too aggressive most of the time, wandering about looking for a fight and there would always be quite a few enemy casualties.' You know the raven is a symbol of death and ill omen if I remember correctly. And my co-officers would say I brought the shadow of death to the enemy forces with my wings. Basically, I symbolized a raven," she ended giggling, and Onyx smiled.

It was blurry, but I recognized the symbol, a small, circular ink mark behind the intruder’s ear. My stomach dropped. “Trouble,” I muttered. “Big trouble.” And this time… it had followed us home. I sat back, staring at the tattoo on the screen. It was a black raven in flight, wings spread wide, inked behind the intruder’s ear. A mark I had seen before Valentina’s voice broke the silence. “That symbol belongs to the Raven Syndicate.” Antonio spat out his coffee, eyes wide. “You mean the Russian mob? Those guys don’t mess around.”

I didn't know what to expect tonight but I enjoyed the scenery. While waiting to be served, he taught me a few Moon pack unique symbols because that was how their pack communicated. He trailed the tip of his finger along my palm, forming a symbol. "This is the raven sign. It's a warning that death is near to whoever receives it." The way he said it sparked fear to life inside me. Death was a sore topic for me. He proceeded to draw a heart inside my palm. "This one is simple." "Love." I whispered, staring into his eyes and hoping I was wrong.

NARRATOR The great hall of Ravencrest was alive with anticipation, and the air seemed thick with energy, like the very stones of the building were holding their breath. The banners, draped in silver and blue, hung like silent sentinels, the colors a testament to the old bond between Rolan and Mara. Rolan, gone now, but not forgotten. Silver—the shade of his strength, and blue—Mara’s scars, which had come to define her as much as her resilience. Together, they wove a tapestry that was neither entirely victory nor defeat, but a complex, ever-shifting middle ground.

I joined her and waited for her to start speaking. “Her name is Raven Ampleton. Raven was the most feared assassin in our realm and our pack was the biggest rival of her pack, BloodFang. Raven was sent here on a mission by her fiance, Eric Ampleton and his father, Timultin Ampleton, to kill you and…” “Why do they have the same surnames?” I asked. “Are they siblings?” “No, of course not. Raven was adopted by the Alpha, Eric's father when she was little,” she answered.

“Okay, ladies. Let’s hear what your mate mark is.” “Mine is a raven bird.” Iris throws a wink in my direction, we all gather around her as she shows us the side of her neck, the raven tattoo is beautiful. We were taught that a raven mate mark means loyalty and protection, it also means change. The beginning of a new chapter. I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her.