Raven Of The Inner Palace Light Novel Novels & Stories

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie

Raven looked around the room—at the fear in the eyes of warriors and Alphas who had faced a thousand battles but didn’t know how to fight what was coming. “We prepare,” she said. And she meant it. That afternoon, she returned to the Archives with Kade and Maya. The carved doors groaned as they opened, revealing the still-glowing murals on the walls. This time, Raven didn’t hesitate. She walked to the third mural—the one partially hidden in shadow. The Forgotten Queen. She stared at the image: a woman with silver hair, blood on her hands, and eyes that burned with moonlight. Around her neck was the same crescent mark Raven bore.

Many have become victims, and he doesn't know what Aries and Jordan will do in the future if they are not stopped from now on. "Have you prepared all this?" Rena saw the preparations Raven made in the middle of this A****n forest. A circle made of white powder is two meters in diameter, a painting of a star in the middle, and a burning candle is in each corner of the star image. "You know their rituals, Raven? Do you know how to enter their realm?" asked Rena in disbelief. "Yes." Raven took Rena's hand and extended his hand also to the container made of copper filled with water. The container is in the middle of the circle.

I stood there with my family, watching the light grow, steeling myself for the fight ahead. Then a single black raven swooped down from the brightening sky and landed directly at my feet. It carried no scroll this time. Instead, the message was burned into its wing in glowing violet letters that faded as I read them: DAWN IS TOO LATE. I AM ALREADY INSIDE YOUR WALLS. The raven took flight again, leaving the words hanging in the air like a death sentence.

Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha. While Liliana’s hair is silvery white with eyes that are pale blue and white near the center, her aura radiates her powerful Lycan Healer abilities. “Daddy she’s here!” Liliana calls out with a look of relief flooding her like she is glad to see her sister’s ok. “Liliana, get back!” Rebecca snarls while running beside Gideon as I carry Raven outside into the snow finding Liliana’s lack of fear very amusing. “Raven, what are you doing where have you been, it’s morning?” Gideon panics taking her from my arms possessively as I rub her back trying to keep her calm.

Raven Last night, has shown me that he kept anything dark to himself. He shouldn’t have. I can handle his evil, his dark, his anger and his own self-hate. He needs to talk, he's acting weird, but for now, I will give him the space he needs. The comfort of his hand wrapped around my neck stays the whole time I am asleep. It's reassuring me that he hasn't left me. I wake for a final time and emptiness floods me, as the absence of his touch. Sitting up I see him sitting at the desk. Walking to him, I straddle him. I don't bother looking at what he is sketching, instead, I pull him closer to me.

She asked him, walking to the window and looking out of the window, searching for the Raven, "No I did not" At his words, she turned her head abruptly and looked at him, "Did you mean what you said, you mean you never saw a Raven flew in here" Manicia asked, her thick brown her now turning to the color of yellow, as they shone through the room, just as her hair brightened the room, she saw a black Raven, stood on the bed, and was looking at her with deep red eyes, she made an animalistic growl, as she ran with so much speed, took the Raven and divided the Raven stomach into two, she saw a tiny paper in the stomach of the Raven, and as she dropped the dead Raven on the ground, the Raven withe

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.

“Raven! Stay with me!” The courtyard lights flickered outside. Soldiers shouted as the ground trembled. Her body arched, eyes rolling back, and for a moment the moon itself seemed to dim. Her voice came out in a whisper that wasn’t entirely hers: “Raven is mine.” Then silence. Her body went limp in Nyxian’s arms. Malrik shouted for help, his voice breaking the stunned quiet. But when the healers arrived, they stopped in their tracks. Raven’s body glowed faintly, her veins alive with gold and darkness intertwined