Raven Lifespan 300 Years Novels & Stories

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

“It is a mistake. We kept her alive because killing her would break the treaty with the vampires.” Dante’s voice turned cold. “You kept her in chains.” Marcus said nothing. Zephyr crouched slightly, bringing himself closer to Raven’s level without touching her. “What is your name?” She held his gaze. “Raven.” Her voice was rough from years of silence, but steady. Kael looked at the bruises on her wrists. “How long.” “Since birth,” she answered. The hall shifted uneasily. One of the elders snapped, “She is dangerous. The prophecy speaks clearly. A hybrid with three mates will rise again. She will either unite the realms or drown them in blood.”

Raphael and I both shout. “He was covered in feathers, scratches, and puncture marks.” “H—how is that possible? How can ravens kill a full-size man so easily, and a werewolf at that?” “I don’t have that answer. My speculation is that it must’ve been more than a hundred birds, if that’s even possible. As for the reason, it eludes me. Ravens aren’t this aggressive, and I’ve never heard of them murdering anyone before. Not in our time anyway. The body is currently being examined, so hopefully we’ll have more.” The man gives me a small nod. “I’ll convey your story to the King.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Don’t I?” I tilted my head. “Wolves have a gestation period of roughly six months. Seven at most for particularly powerful bloodlines. But you were pregnant for over a year, weren’t you, Raven? Carried that child for thirteen months before finally delivering. That’s not normal wolf biology. That’s something else entirely.” ‘How did you know?’ Eryndra asked, surprised. ‘I didn’t for certain. But I can see auras now, remember? See the true nature of people. And when I looked at her just now, I saw the guilt. The secret. The lie she’s been living.’

One should always learn to take advantage even in the most difficult situations. The Raven kingdom had been becoming even more powerful since the new king sat on the throne. It had only been five years since the Raven kingdom got their new king and they had become so powerful that no other kingdom dared to think about attacking this kingdom. After the former king died, the new king sat on the throne of the Raven kingdom at the age of eighteen. After the new king sat on the throne, there was even more improvement in the military, education, and health sectors. It can be concluded that the citizens of the Raven kingdom were living a happy and prosperous life.

I nodded ,“Yea…I mean the lion is always portrayed as the king of the jungle and stuff.” He thought about how to give me an explanation, “Ravens or crows are the oldest living beings in the animal kingdom.” He started after a small pause, “They have been here since the beginning of this world and they have the wisdom to rule.” He nodded his head, “That’s why.” “This world?” “Like after all that evolution and dinosaur stuff.”

She said, with a bit of doubt in her voice. “Well, why wouldn’t he be?” “His Luna died ten years ago, Raven. I haven’t seen him since before that, so I don’t even know if he’s still the same alpha he used to be”. “Ohh, that’s sad”. I replied sympathetically. “How do you even know him?”

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

“Why me?” Kaelan smiled. “Because you’re the chosen one.” I narrowed my eyes. “Chosen by who?” “The Seer,” he said simply, as if that name alone explained everything. Then he leaned back in his chair, the candlelight casting shadows on his face. “You must’ve heard about me, Raven. I’ve lived for over 250 years. But I’m not immortal. Eventually, I’ll fade. And I need someone to continue my bloodline.” My stomach turned.

I suppressed a groan and adjusted my suit. Keep it together, Marx. She’s just another woman. But she wasn’t. I saw dozens of new women every day. None of them were like the one in front of me, delicate, yet sensual. “Does Raven ever talk about her mother?” Her big, brown eyes blinked. I felt my shoulders stiffen. “No. As I said, it was ten years ago. A car accident.” She nodded. “So Raven was seven years old. I imagine she still remembers her fairly well.”