Raven Of The Inner Palace Light Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

Riven purses his lips tight and keeps quiet, but his tracking senses cannot take his eyes away from my frame. As his silver pupils track my movements, his inner wolf finds itself falling ten times harder for my raw spirit. All of a sudden, all the rich, high-blood ladies of the prominent Alpha Council Corporate Circle look completely boring and flat to Riven’s mind compared to my fierce presence. How great would it be if my claws could protect her life and spend the rest of my winter cycles sharing the same sleeping furs with her soul? As the giant golden sun sinks fast behind the trees of Ravenmoor Moon City, my mind has absolute zero idea that Riven’s inner wolf has already promised its ow

"You don't think I'm bad for the prince?” Marilyn laughed softly, "I think you’re a young soul caught in a very large, very old gear. The Council sees signs in their porridge if it helps them keep power. But I’ll tell you a secret, Raven. The men in this castle think they run the world because they can grow fur and howl at the moon. But it’s the ones who keep their heads when the world goes mad who actually survive the winter."

I was gone, letting the darkness swallow me whole. I knew I would come back. Just as I had gotten used to death, I was used to life as well and I could feel her holding my hand and pulling me out of the darkness. I didn't want her to, I wanted to remain in this darkness forever but of course, I didn't really have much of a choice. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Raven leaning by the wall with her hands folded, looking towards a certain direction. I turned to the direction in which she was looking at and my eyes opened wide when I saw alpha Urian pouncing hard on my dad.

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.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

Ravenna’s POV My breath puffed out in small clouds as I stepped out of my room. I hurried to the grand library, where I joined Luna Selena’s retinue. Old books with cracked spines lined the walls. Wolf pelts hung above the fireplace. My job was to sort Selena’s letters and present the most important ones to her. I handled each one carefully. Until one letter made me freeze. It came from a rival pack, hinting at a trade dispute.

* *Welcome to Valros, Raven Winterstar. He inclined his head—a king’s acknowledgment, not a bow—then turned and ascended the dais once more. Guards moved to escort Raven back to her chamber. Victoria walked beside her the entire way, hand brushing Raven’s in silent reassurance. The doors closed behind them. Raven exhaled—long, silent, trembling. She was safe. For now. In her room, she would open the black tome again. Study the rites of control. Prepare. Because sanctuary in a vampire castle came with its own shadows.

And as I watched Logan leave, I completely forgot about the birds. Later, when the training field emptied and the air smelled faintly of rain, I found Raven in the balcony. She was still holding the book,one hand resting on her belly, as she stared down at it. “What is that?” “An old spell book,” she simply answered. “Don't worry, I'm not going to use any, yet.” My brow rose. “Yet?” She shrugged, “I might need to, eventually. And I will if I absolutely have to.”