Raven Smile の小説・ストーリー

I noticed Raven smiled where she sat as she sat up and greeted him back, "Hello. My name is Raven. Nice to meet you, too." I couldn't resist staring at her as she smiled radiantly, the curves of her cheeks deepening. It looked like her eyes shone whenever she smiled, and it was so pretty. I frowned as I looked at her, not liking that she was smiling so brightly at him. I wanted to be the only one seeing that. He nodded and looked through the rearview mirror at her, responding, "Raven... it's a unique name." He smiled and glanced at me before asking her, "By the way, how do you know this party pooper?"

Raven growled inside of him. The smirk on Rick's face widened as he stared at Raven fearlessly. "We'll see about that.”

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.

Then—clap. Slow. Deliberate. Raven. She rose, still clapping. Her smile now full of teeth. And then, as if she were a conductor, the crowd started clapping too, cheering me. My eyes dimmed. My chest rose and fell like waves. My mark’s bright glowing colour faded to nothing. Raven approached, eyes gleaming with something ancient. “Welcome to the club,” she said, stepping beside me, slinging an arm over my shoulder. “What’s your name?”

The interior glows with warm, golden light, soft white curtains flutter by the balcony, the scent of the sea drifts through open windows, and faint music hums from the speakers Everything feels calm… safe. Raven walks ahead of me, her bare feet silent on the polished wooden floor. She runs her hand along the marble counter and lets out a small, breathy laugh. “This place is unreal,” she says, turning to face me. Her smile, goddess, I missed that smile. “It’s all yours,” I say softly “Consider it home for as long as you want.” Her gaze softens, and for a brief moment, I see something pure flicker in her storm-gray eyes , peace, maybe even happiness.

Her heartbeat was racing and it feels like it wants to get out of her chest. She may look calm from the outside but everyone in that room knew all damn well what's the truth. Raven's infuriated. They were all expecting Raven to burst in anger when she suddenly stood up but everyone was petrified when a lopsided smile played in her lips. Even Zarek who most of the time ignore Raven because he hates her guts, was frozen in his place. It was that kind of smile– a scary one.

He motions to the birds, taking a piece of meat from a bag slung across his body and feeding it to the raven in his hand. I just noticed… he’s actually a really weird guy. Grimm throws his hand up and lets the raven fly. Then he clicks his tongue, and another raven flocks to him, perching on his hand. “How the heck did you do that? Did it come down when you called it?” “Ravens are smart creatures. They’re easy to train.” He turns to me. “Put out your arm and call one.” Slowly, I do what he says. One of the birds flies directly to me and settles on my hand.

“And you haven’t let them down.” Raven lifted her head, searching his face, finding only truth in his eyes. “You scare them, you know?,” she said, a small smirk breaking through. “Good,” Ragnar replied, a playful edge in his voice as his thumb traced along her jaw. She laughed softly, the sound surprising even her, and Ragnar’s eyes warmed, the storm settling into something quiet, something safe. “They see us,” Raven said, her voice dropping lower, vulnerability slipping through her Alpha mask. “Together.”

And yes, I got what I wanted. “ I wasn't planning anything. I really collapsed… That's the truth” I said, smiling faintly and mischievously. Raven sighed and shut her eyes in frustration. By the time she would open her eyes, I was already sitting on the bed, consuming the oat she made. As she caught my gaze, I flashed a sly grin. “ This tastes really good you know” Growling, Raven tightened her fist, like she would strange me, the Alpha of Iron Howlers.

” She was standing right in front of me, her eyes boring into mine. ”From you, of course. They’re all afraid of what you’ll do next. But let’s figure it out shall we,” Raven smiled big and took three steps back with a little twirl and her hands stretched out. ”Let’s play ’who will Avery kill next’,” her face contorted into a grimace as she lowered her head and stared up at me through her lashes. My fingers rolled in to form fists and my jaw clenched. Everyone was nervous as to what would happen.