Raven Of The Inner Palace Characters Novels & Stories

I stated every word clearly. "Raven , he is protected by twenty professional guards . Nobody. Not even his own family could be around him without his guards . This snake doesn't trust anyone . If you want to attack him you need to do it using your brain . " he justified. I sighed in frustration . Biting down my lips harshly. This sly fox . I wish I could just rip off his throat right now . "Okay . What do you get ?" I asked. "This ." He said, handing me another file .

He went to a palace I had never seen before, but it was more elegant and luxurious than my savior's palace. Raven is skilled at martial arts and magic, so sneaking for him is just as easy as eating your favorite food. I climbed on the wall since I always sneak out, so I made a ladder to climb up. Yes! I’m so stupid that I didn’t think that when I set out to look for my savior. As I searched for the ladder inside my bag, I grabbed it out and slowly restored it to its original form. Popsy is a pro at making crafts and I loved the adventure. He made me a piece of useful equipment to make my life easier. This is given the fact that I don’t know how to cast a spell no matter how hard I try. Once

A pull, not of her body, but of her soul. Suddenly— She was falling. Through time. Through memories that weren’t her own. Through a hundred visions, blurry and cracked. And then — clarity. A throne room, dimly lit by blood-red torches. Ruvan stood at its center, taller than stories described, with skin as pale as bone and eyes like obsidians. He stood not alone… but with a figure cloaked in midnight robes, face hidden in shadows. The voice she heard made her blood run cold.

Raven finally looked at me, and that look told me everything before he even spoke. “The name in Maren’s correspondence,” he said, voice controlled, “it belongs to someone who has been inside the palace recently.” I set my fork down slowly, “Who.” Another pause, longer this time, like they were deciding how much of the truth I was allowed to hear at once. Raven answered anyway, “Callum Thorne.” The name landed with nothing attached to it in my head. Nothing. Just empty space. “I do not know that name,” I said immediately.

She then moved her hand to point her black almond nail toward the last two, "Finally we have Prince Kavan, accompanied by King Abram Rouault of the Tawny Owl Harpy Clan." Tawny owls, The servant girl put everything into place mentally, tawny owls are a suitable match for Raven Harpy standards. Prince Kavan has the best chance in this room on looks alone, despite being the smallest out of all of the males here. The Raven Queen's next words cut through the servant's thoughts like ice, "Do go and get our guests some refreshments and beverages now, will you?"

I hadn’t been sure how no one knew which and then how they got away with the things they do. “What’s that mean?” he asked. “Well, some of the whispers I heard call you the Princes of Ravenwood. It just seems like a bit much,” I explained, pointing my chopstick with sashimi on it at him as I talked. Before I could bring the bite to my mouth, he ate it. “Mhm. Well, that’s just because of our family,” he shrugged. “And that means?” I furrowed my brow, annoyed he took my food. “And stop stealing my food. I’m not trying to feed you,” I grumbled.

, 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.

A young man who had similar hair and eye color to him, but with a longer facial contour and a sickly pale skin tone. The smoke came out a second time, and it formed the same figure. The thing that differentiated them was their style and length of hair. “Irsen! Zena!" The vampire that Roul and Levin met in the cave appeared along with a beautiful woman with platinum hair adorned with indigo-colored eyes. “Come out and greet my dear brother, who came with his friends,” Aiden said. Outside the palace, Rion stared straight at the knights in front of him. “I came here to demand an explanation from your king,” he said coldly.

He smiles. “You thought you were chosen,” he murmurs. “But you were just a placeholder.” The ember in his hand reignites, brighter this time, hotter, hungry. “Raven,” he says, “is the one who matters.” The room darkens around him, shadows stretching like claws. And for the first time since I bound myself to the Hallow…I realize I’m not the villain of this story. I’m the pawn.

"Stand, Nira and speak." "King Valor, we have come seeking refuge. This man, Aerys, helped me escape from my captor and return. We are merely seeking sanctuary." Rhae turned into the character of Nira, begging. "We know your true identity, Rhaenyx Maltalor the assassin. So tell me why, I should let a manipulator and assassin back in my palace?" Valor picked his fingernails.