Novel & Cerita Raven Futa

“EIRA!” She didn’t even flinch. “You’re draining her too fast!” I shouted. “She’ll—she’ll—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. The words tasted like defeat. “She’ll what?” Raven smiled, her eyes glimmering with madness. “She’ll die? Go mad? I’m counting on it.” I let out a guttural scream. Raven’s power spiked. A corona of blue flame now surrounded her. Her eyes gleamed like crystal daggers, her body vibrating with the energy of a thousand suns.

Whenever she bullied Leah she would pull her hair. Damon waved at them to as he took a seat. But Isabella still stayed frozen, "What are you talking about? It's my real hair." Leah smiled knowingly, "Of course." "Alpha Wolfborn, Luna Wolfborn," Leah called, sitting gracefully with smiling sweetly. She smoothly put her hairs behind her, sitting next to Damon. As if her heart was clawed by a cat, Isabella felt so jealous that she wanted to snatch her hair! This bitch seemed to have grown wings!

" Raven thought about it all night. Then the idea of revenge took root in her mind. She crept into the kitchen and turned on every gas burner. Then she shut every door and window. Finally, she flicked a lighter in the living room. Just as Margaret had said, Raven really did start a fire. Only, she had not expected the gas to explode the moment she sparked the lighter. So when she pressed down on it, everyone in the house was blown away along with her. Not a single member of that pack survived. THE END

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

At least that is what I imagined. Still. These are the people that killed my father. These are the people that invaded our kingdom and killed our kind. I despise them with all my soul. My gaze hardens at this woman before me. “I want to leave this place this instant. Take me back home!” I exclaim “This is home Arina, you cannot go- “, I cut her short in her sentence “My name is Violet Sinkette, and this can horrid place can never be my home! Take me back this instant”, I spit out

Forever. And it scared her. What if... What if she fell too deep and.... Sighing, Raven stood up from the floor, dusting her joggers and setting the frame back on the desk as she walked to her rooms window and opened it. Down below were people chatting and walking around. Except two figures caught her eyes. Frowning, she headed down. * As Raven stormed toward the men, she realized, annoyingly that Axel wasn't like any wolf she had seen. He wasn't muscular, and his skin wasn't tanned.

Chapter 1: The Contract in the Dark Raven Winterstar had always believed the world was kind. At eight years old, she lived in a sprawling estate perched on the emerald edge of Arcadia Prime, where sunlight filtered through ancient canopy trees like golden honey. Her mother, the Archdruid, taught her the secret songs that made flowers bloom out of season. Her father, High Priest of the realm, carried her on his shoulders through moonlit gardens, whispering stories of gods and guardians. Raven's snow-white hair fell in long waves down her back, and her sharp blue eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that made even the sternest sentinels smile. She never wanted for anything. Every day felt like a

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

Guns. The raven purge has begun.

Raven concentrated to keep the energy in its right arm in balance. Every time when his pulse in height, he felt like the antimatter membrane hungry at the Edges of his consciousness scratched. It was a constant fight for control. When they reached the edge of the valley, the rain had stopped, but a thicker, unnatural fog was above the forests. It smelled like burned wood and smelled blood. Raven stopped the crawler on a hill from which they took the entire valley were able to look over. Sector Seven was just a smoking ruin. But the