Raven Of The Inner Palace Characters Novels & Stories

She must never regard them as her equals. I heard Father's voice from years ago. "A ruler may brand what she owns, but she must never allow what kneels beneath her to claim her in return." All this time, I had believed the cruelty belonged to me alone. Discovering its source did not make my hands feel cleaner. "The order," I said. "Show me where he wrote about the order." Asterion turned several pages until another brown stain appeared along the binding. 'The Raven collects blood from every commander who swears its military oath. The boys offered theirs willingly, believing the ritual proved their loyalty to Pandora.'

, Davil instructs. “Who are the they?”, I ask curiously. “Nothing. Trust me, Raven loves you even though he acts like he doesn’t. He is hungry for blood and I know he will protect you not caring if he dies in your place”, Davil says and I look out the window and I see more people troop in and out wearing a suit and a ball gown. The guards at the gate are doing a thorough check up before anyone enters the castle. “What if I don’t want that? I don’t want anymore blood on my hand. I hate that I am weak and just been a burden”, I rest my arm on the wall, my head on the wall as I look out the window.

The only Apostle within the Raven’s Gate organisation whom they haven’t had a chance of meeting yet: the leader of the Apostles, and the second-in-command of the Raven’s Gate organisation, Hugin. “Stop right there,” said Hugin with an emotionless voice, staring straight at the three of them with dark eyes that almost seem like they could pierce right into a person’s soul. “You shall progress no further.” He clenched his right hand into a fist by his side before narrowing his eyes at them. “I won’t let you reach Kami, dogs of Hati!” And the next moment when Yuri had blinked, Hugin was barely standing two steps away from her, his right fist drawn back. Acting on instinct and reflexes alone, Yu

"My King, I give you my sacred word as a commander. My men are fiercely loyal to my bloodline; they will never speak a word of this to anyone." ​Just as the three humans stood in the heavy, brooding silence, a sudden, melodic, yet chilling voice echoed from the far corner of the high-ceilinged room. ​"How touching... a king begging his soldiers to keep secrets from his own people." ​Adamas, Forrenis, and Aaron gasped, instantly whipping their heads toward the source of the voice. ​Sitting perched gracefully upon the narrow sill of an open arched window was a small, sleek raven with striking, luminous golden eyes.

I managed to ask, although the words came out so quietly that I wasn’t sure they’d heard me. The tallest man tilted his head, studying me for a moment before a small smile touched his mouth. There was something strange about the way he looked at me. It wasn’t the cold stare I’d expected from someone who had just walked into a warehouse and killed half the men inside it. His eyes seemed almost hungry, as though he’d been waiting to see me for a very long time. “The Ravens.” My stomach dropped. Ravens. I remembered the word immediately. The men who had kidnapped me had said it while they were filming me, but I hadn’t understood what they meant. I’d assumed it was the name of whoever they were

Nathan said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the back exit of the palace. Stefan quickly got up from his bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he rushed to the window to get a better look at what was happening outside. He saw the Raven, a massive bird-like creature with black feathers and razor-sharp talons, attacking the soldiers with ferocity. Stefan knew that he had to do something to help. He quickly grabbed his bow and quiver of arrows and rushed out of his room. He ran down the stairs and out into the courtyard where the battle was raging. He saw Nathan, Noelle, and the soldiers fighting fiercely against the Raven, but they seemed to be struggling.

She is not like the others. “She is worse,” I said. “Don’t forget that.” Ragnar huffed. I could feel his unease. I can smell her even through the screen, he said. She smells like lavender and warm earth.There is something special about her, Cassian. She cannot be evil. “Stop saying that,” I growled quietly. “You are letting her angel face fool you.” On the screen, Raven picked up her fork. Her hand still shook a little. I could tell. I knew fear. I knew shame. I knew how it looked on people.

Far below, soldiers and ravens were already moving — spreading the command that would soon reach Somberwoke. The Alpha King was halfway to his throne again when the sound of beating wings cut through the hall. A raven, black as oil and twice as silent, swooped through the high glass arch and landed near the door. Its claws scraped against the marble floor as it dropped a rolled parchment before the nearest servant. The bird tilted its head once — as if watching — then gave a sharp shake of its tail and flew back into the night. The servant hesitated, glancing at the seal: a faint mark of frost and ash. He stepped forward and bowed low.

I do my best to comfort Raven knowing she is afraid of something happening to separate her from her mates again. “I know, and I do understand that he has to go, it’s his responsibility as King, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Raven admits, sitting up and rearranging pillows around Roan. “Here hand me that comb, I’ll do two nice braids from the sides to the back in the middle, leaving everything else down,” Raven offers, while she runs her fingers through my silvery white hair. “Thank you, that look will be perfect for this dress. Why is Osric needed in Germany anyway?” I pass Raven the comb and get comfortable enjoying the feeling of her nails gently grazing my scalp.

On my signal we entered. In the center of the room was a chair with wires and cables connected to a body strapped down. From first glimpse it looked like a ghoul. What are they doing? "Raven the witch!" Dustin called pointing to the elegant dark figure coming towards me. Her eyes were completely black, her skin as white as snow, jet black hair flowing behind her as she raced toward me. Still out of bullets I raised my blades prepared to take her on.