Raven With Wings Spread Novels & Stories

' Raven confirmed, her tone morose. At Raven's words, Aakifahlynn merged with her while she took off at a run and shifted into her large black wolf with piercing blue eyes. Raven was a beauty. Her jaw, part of her snout, and patches on her lower stomach were white. The top of her nose and eyebrows were brown. Everywhere else was jet black. All four powerful paws hit the forest bed, kicking up dirt as they thundered forward. Raven pushed, bobbing and weaving through the terrain.

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

The longer I lay there, the more restless I got. My eyes flicked to the nesting box again, where Spitfire curled around her six tiny, squirming miracles. The room was dark, save for the dull glow of a streetlamp sneaking past the edges of the blackout curtains, casting everything in soft gold and shadow. Quietly, I slipped from bed, the thin hotel blanket slipping off my legs as I padded across the carpet. Spitfire lifted her head the second my feet hit the floor, her amber eyes narrowed like she was deciding whether I deserved to approach her offspring.

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

“How can you not like them? They’re so intelligent and beautiful. Look at the way his feathers shine a kind of metallic violet in the light.” He made a series of guttural croaks that had Shirley flinching. “Aren’t ravens an omen of death and disease? No offense to your wolf.” Natalie rolled her eyes at the nervousness in her friend’s voice. “For God’s sake, Shirley, it’s only a bird. And Raven takes offense.” “And a scavenger, did you forget that part? Wait, does it only have one leg? And hang on, did it just bark?”

"You had wings when you shifted into a crow." "Yeah, but I can't use it in human form and without my wings, I can't muster dark energies." Just then, a raven flew to them, attempting to claw at Emily, but Richard quickly jumped in front of her and the claws deeply scrattled his stomach. Blood oozed out immediately, and the pain caused him to yell. The raven attempted to claw at him again, but he caught him rapidly by the wrist and twisted it, fracturing his bone. He extracted his claws and dug them into his neck, and he fell with a thud.

Ragnar and Luca led the charge, wolves slamming into the new wave of creatures, their snarls echoing like thunder. Blood slicked the ground, the clash of fang and steel ringing through the clearing. Raven didn’t falter. She leapt into the air, silver flames igniting into wings at her back for the briefest moment, carrying her above the serpents. She came down like a falling star, fire exploding outward as her claws sank into the earth. The blast ripped through the clearing, flames devouring the shadow beasts in a wave of light. The mist shrieked, Selene’s creations writhing as they burned.

Even her name meant a small songbird which fits with the sunny weather so well. Robin took a look at the clothes that Wren had brought with her. She was surprised to see a simple yellow sundress with large printed flowers on it. It looks too bright and feminine for Raven’s taste. In fact they had never seen Raven wore clothes as bright as this and with feminine patterns like its flowers. Raven always wore plain shirts and pants all with the basic dull colors. Still, with her porcelain skin and pitch black eyes and a hair as dark as ebony, her plain clothes still suited her so well.

The raven's cry pierced the sky like a scream from the heavens. I tilted my head upward as the black shadow swooped in from the north, wings outstretched, a haunting silhouette against the pale sun. It cawed—once, twice, then again—sharp and urgent, the sound unmistakable. "They're close," Elijah said grimly. "Too close." The raven was trained—our eye in the sky, bound by the old ways. It never howled unless the enemy had crossed the perimeter. I turned, voice low but commanding, “Sound the second signal. Final formation.”