Novel & Cerita Raven Harrison

“Ouch! Loud much.” I was making my way in and tippy-toed in hopes I’d spot Zach, Jason, or Erica. I was about to go around the group of people dancing when I suddenly heard a familiar beat. The DJ began to play, ‘Black Out Days by Phantogram’, one of my favorite songs, but you already know that. I stepped forward but then hesitated. What was stopping me? Nobody knew me. I was unrecognizable and I was Raven tonight. Raven the Daredevil, a rebel who loved speed. That was my persona when I would hop on my bike.

A signal that Eidolon’s veil had been torn. I didn’t expect an immediate reply. But we got one. INCOMING RESPONSE RAVEN. I blinked. Raven was a name I hadn’t heard in years. She’d been a cyber-splicer during the last Phoenix Run. One of the best, until she vanished after a failed extraction in Mumbai. Most assumed she’d been ghosted. Or killed. The message was short, clipped, and encoded in her old cipher. “I saw the fire. You lit it. I’m inbound. Don’t move.”

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.

She looked better—stronger—as she sat in a rocking chair, holding her camera and talking to Eleanor, who'd pulled one of the visitor's chairs up close. Raven took a quick glance at the number inscribed on her palm, it was her thirty seventh day in the past. Raven couldn't help but think about how lucky she was, she felt guilty Sarah had be involved. After she recovered, Raven didn't hear from her again. She figured she had been threatened, or she was too scared to speak due to the crash.

Not wanting to conclude, I braced myself for whatever may happen. A beautiful black woman came to join Gavin at the VIP. Her ebony skin glowed. She looked like a goddess. I was surprised when Gavin told me she was a hunter. Her name was Ruth. Gavin called her ruthless Ruth. She had perfect dentition and very white teeth. We said hi, and she sat with us. The waiters brought non-alcoholic wine and two bottles of champagne. Some club sandwiches and other tiny bite-size food. I figured that was what Oscar was up to when he left us for a few minutes. He had gone to make the orders instead of sending me like last time.

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.

I had forgotten to keep an eye on Raven. It seemed I needed to thank Cassandra for what she had told me, though none of it was surprising in the least. Unlike her sister, Roxy, Raven had always been interested in these evil games. She enjoyed manipulating people and loved the idea of using sorcery against people. She had always been difficult to keep under control, and it was clear that she was up to something.

The next morning Justin takes the wine to be tested by the healers and walked to the dining hall for breakfast. With his mind getting set for actor mode he sits at the table reserved for the higher ranks in the pack. " Where is Raven?" Natasha asks. " I haven't seen her since I helped her to her room last night, she was pretty drunk so I let her sleep." he replied. " Oh, you should go wake her Beta, breakfast is the most important meal of the day." Rose intruded in the conservation with a smirk.

She just wanted one moment to breathe. That was her mistake. Near the edge of the lot, Sabrina leaned against a post, laughing too loudly at something a stranger said. Raven stiffened immediately. She hadn’t seen him before. Tall, clean-cut blond hair, leather jacket that didn’t look worn-in enough to belong here. Boots polished. Posture too precise. He didn’t smell like a Fang and didn’t smell like grease or smoke or whiskey. He smelled like gun oil. Raven’s blood ran cold. Hunters.

The question was quiet, but it carried the same arrogance he'd displayed since admission. Jasmine looked at him without blinking. “I did my job.” Then Harrison’s eyes shifted toward Dr. Lawson. “Get everyone out.” Dr. Lawson checked the monitor. “You are not in a position to give orders.” Harrison’s nostrils flared. “I said…” “You nearly died,” Dr. Lawson interrupted. “You are now in a monitored unit because your condition is unstable. You will follow instructions, whether you like them or not.” Harrison stared at him. Jasmine eyes were fixed on the monitor as though the argument had nothing to do with her.