Raven Hood Novels & Stories

Guns. The raven purge has begun.

Albeit the fact that she wasn't really beaten up and is actually the other way around. Sighing, Raven pressed the correct number on the safety lock in her apartment. A soft rhythm echoed in the hallway, followed by a loud ding indicating that it was now unlocked. Raven closed the door behind her with a soft slam before pulling back the hood covering her face. Resulting in a small but sharp and attractive feature of a person to come into view. She has this cold look, with a tint of laziness but sharp eyes that makes her both unapproachable but sexy. Added by the visible cut on her lower lip, she exudes that dangerous aura that most young ladies in this era find extremely attractive. Even if

He covered his face with his black armor, only his eyes could be seen "Attention!" he commanded them, all of them were wearing black robes, with arrows and bows in their backs, all sitting on same black horses. Except Trion's robe had a white mark at the shape of a crow at his chest. "Listen, my fellow Ravens. Our identity is - we all are Ravenmen, not some tiny, fuckin' birds! We are neither afraid of dark, nor of some stupid risen of Gods! Yeah, here we are, in front of the entrance of South Leafstone. "Yeah!" nine Ravens yelled in unison

"I'm not leaving there without you, Raven. Whatever it takes." The absolute conviction in his voice sent both comfort and terror through her. She knew he meant every word—if this plan failed, he would burn the world down trying to save her. As evening approached, Raven found herself in the clubhouse bathroom, staring at her reflection in the cracked mirror. She'd chosen her outfit carefully—a black dress that was elegant enough for Venom's party but practical enough to fight in if necessary. The knife strapped to her thigh was hidden by the fabric, and the small communication device Ghost had given her was concealed in her jewelry.

Carrying something that burns with holy light. The crow lets out a vibration she feels in her bones—sharp, urgent. Raven stands. Adjusts the satchel. Pulls the hood lower. She doesn’t run. Running leaves trails. Instead she lets the shadows deepen around her, thickening the grass, bending moonlight away. She changes direction slightly—still southeast, but angling toward the marshes where the ground grows soft and treacherous. Places where a heavy man in armor might sink to his knees while a small girl glides across.

‘It sied fan juster, is the frucht fan moarn,’ said Raven in Frisian and put his hand on the back stone. Suddenly there was a staircase down there, lit and all. Maddie went down the stairs in tension. Raven last, after which the hatch closed by itself. They entered a hall with several doors and they held eighothers hand. Raven placed his left hand on the hawk symbol on a chestnut leaf. ‘Hawk let us trough so we can go where we want to,’ he muttered out loud. In a flash, they were on the other side of the door, down a narrow hallway with a flight of stairs. Maddie smelled the scent of damp earth and rotten leaves. The scent of the forest.

Chapter 2 Aurora's POV I stared at my uncle's house one more time as I stood at the facade. My eyes darted to the flowers that decorated the porch and the white frangipani trees that were planted in a straight pattern. I could remember feeling whole whenever I inhaled the vanilla scent of its flowers. The beautiful bungalow I had known to be home wouldn't be one anymore. Finally, I'd found a way to convince my uncle on my revenge mission. I had to do it for my sanity to remain intact and also to honor my late parents. They didn't deserve to die as the reason for their death still sounded trivial to me.

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

She wasn't the type who would just try to kill herself for fun, but then again, I'd never known Hannah to be a liar. “I fail to see how I could have possibly attacked someone who was strangling me in a tub,” Raven asserted. What?! ‘You know she didn't do it. Hannah would never hurt a fly!’ Rolfe immediately defended. And Raven has no reason to lie. She doesn't hide her intentions or pretend to be something she's not. ‘But she is cunning! Why are you even defending her? Hannah is right here with us. Our true mate! Why the hell are you bothered about Raven?’ Rolfe scoffed.

She walked to her now perfectly arranged closet, thanks to Run, and took off the towel, standing naked and picking out a jogger and hoodie. "Did you get those scars from hunting again?" "It doesn't matter" "Of course it does! You go hunting, alone, and those stupid humans chase you down for your fur everytime and you always come back with things that refuse to heal even though we normally heal almost immediately... You and Elle would give me a heart attack one day, I swear it" Raven ignored him and wore the joggers then the hoodie before reaching out to Elle telepathically. Elle. The tiny females voice replied almost immediately.