Raven Hood Novelas e Histórias

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

Inferno had taken over again. Gasps echoed through the gathered members of the Haven of Shadows. Even for a pack accustomed to the strange and supernatural, this level of raw, primordial presence left them rooted to the ground. Shoulders stiffened. Some pressed hands over their pounding chests. A few instinctively stepped behind their stronger packmates, not out of cowardice but instinct, recognizing that what stood before them was not merely an Alpha. It was the Crownless Wolf. Inferno’s voice rolled out, deep and layered, like crackling embers under a storm: “Listen well, Haven of Shadows. A storm is coming, one far greater than these scouts.”

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!

It feels like tonight is dragging on, anxiety has gotten the better of me, and I just want to go home. " A penny for your thoughts." I hear Randa say to me. " I've been looking for you, I need a friend right now." I say hugging her. "What's going on Raven? " she looks at me with concern. " Oh Randa, Justice found his fated mate, she's here. I just feel frightened, I love him, I don't want to lose him." I say my voice is quivering. " The two of you made a promise to each other dear, I'm sure he'll reject her." she said in a comforting voice. " Who is she, do you know?" she asked.

Around the altar, there are three hooded men with unique silver chains around their necks that hold a large black onyx stone that seems to swirl like it’s alive. The more I look at them, and I think there is a living shadow in the onyx amulet. Creepy. Cade is dressed similarly, but his hood is down. Zane is also in a black robe with his hood down. I notice that Zane and Cade have similar amulets around their necks, but these are a dark blue with a black S with a crown on top of the S. It must be related to their status. Zane stands near the stairs. The three hooded men stand on the other side of Zane. Blair joins Cade, who stands at the head of the altar.

One by one, our team arrives at the armory: Me and Dev Jared and Summer Jaiden, High Priest of the Maiden Coven Citra and her mate Michael Hawk, her counterpart from the Mother Coven Evanora and her mate Edward Jareth, High Priest of the Crone Coven Bella’s the only coven leader not joining—she’s going with Gregory, Jamal, Nyx, and Nathan to end the Riding Hoods. And honestly? Good riddance. Those witches are exactly the kind of chaos the gods would love to keep around.

Vlad I stopped walking when I saw Raven sprint out of the matron's house with her hoodie pulled low over her face. She was running so fast that she stumbled and fell to her knees, scrabbling at the stones and whimpering in frustration. "Raven, what's wrong?" I asked, taking her hand. She yanked her hand away, pulling her hoodie lower, almost as though trying to disappear beneath it. "Mind your business," she snapped, wiping away her tears with a sleeve of her hoodie.

Since long ago, her people have always fought with vampires, especially the events of a few days ago still left trauma inside Rena. She still imagined how the gaze of the bloodsucking creature looked at his face, with sharp fangs capable of tearing flesh and red-eye beads as if the beginning saw a deep obsession. "But all will be protected if Raven intervenes." Raven? Who's Raven? Ra ...  Raven ...  The man in the Black Hood as she is about to become a vampire meal.

The second was the presence of a stranger standing beside her car, who from the looks of things, was not a friendly person. "Shit," Raven muttered under her breath as she recognized the hoodie that the strange guy was wearing. It was the same person she had seen earlier that morning in her class. She didn't know what moved her to take a step backwards, but she could feel her heart rate spiking as she watched the guy take a step forward. She could swear that she saw him smirk under the hoodie that covered a large portion of his face.

Warning: This chapter involves some wild actions which might not be suitable to very young minds. Read at your own risk. **** Wednesday night was cool with a satisfying atmosphere. It was the perfect night for dying in your sleep. Raven was hooded, wearing a long and thick black robe that hid his body features. He was walking majestically without any company, with a smile of success on his face. He had killed the second of his ten remaining step-siblings yesterday—practically driven up to her shabby house in a small California village and killed her peacefully.