Raven X Starfire Novelas e Histórias

At the age of twelve, Raiden entered the training ground to become a hunter. He wanted to dedicate his life to protecting everybody in the village. He knew that he was adopted, but he had no recollection of his biological parents. He had witnessed several killings and werewolf attacks at a young age. He aims to completely get rid of the werewolves before he enters into a family affair. He was looking into creating a family with his crush, Harriet. She was an adopted daughter of his mother's sister. They are not blood-related, but they are too close to each other.

Dead ravens everywhere. I was silent as my eyes went up to the blood moon that changed to the form of a solar eclipse before it disappeared after sometime. I was in the centre of thousands of dead ravens before I heard a hollow voice. “Wake up Samuel.” I gasped as my eyes opened before my breathing slowly calmed down and I heard a breath of relief from a familiar voice. I sat up and stared into Rogue’s eyes that had a straight face even as the blood tickled her skin before she hugged me and buried her hands in my hair.

“EIRA!” She didn’t even flinch. “You’re draining her too fast!” I shouted. “She’ll—she’ll—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. The words tasted like defeat. “She’ll what?” Raven smiled, her eyes glimmering with madness. “She’ll die? Go mad? I’m counting on it.” I let out a guttural scream. Raven’s power spiked. A corona of blue flame now surrounded her. Her eyes gleamed like crystal daggers, her body vibrating with the energy of a thousand suns.

Blood sprayed across the underbrush. Ryker shifted late—too cocky, too slow. But he fought dirty. A swipe caught Link across the ribs. I screamed. And something inside me broke. The mark on my hand blazed. Fire erupted from my skin. Real fire. It curled around my arms like armor, danced down my spine, and poured from my mouth in a guttural scream that shattered the air. The wolves stopped. Even Ryker froze. I stepped between them, flames dancing in my eyes.

The dried twigs began to burn, slowly spreading warmth and chasing away the coldness. Valerie sighed heavily and shook her head. Oddly she is feeling an uncomfortable twitch in her heart knowing that she might never see Prince Raven again. Tyson on the other hand is happy. He is meddling with the bonfire in the middle. His back is facing her, so she missed the smile on his face. But Raphael didn't. "I am glad that you got rid of him" he muttered. Valarie smiled. "It's more like the other way around. He got rid of me" she whispered sadly.

Ember didn’t bother asking what was happening inside Raverine’s head or the texts he’d been receiving before they left the cabin. After Raverine has a phone call from his restaurant employee or maybe someone else he doesn’t want Ember to know, he looks more like a criminal now than before their first encounter. His aura emitted an ominous feeling that changed the atmosphere between him and Ember. Raverone’s iced cold eyes melted to reveal his burning lust to kill. Ember looked away, she can’t tiptoe around him so she’ll act like Raverine’s sudden shift of mood is nothing but a child’s tantrum.

That leads to the desertification of some areas and seclusion of areas. The Paragons were very much closer and lovable. Just the way people loved and preferred summer to winter, In that same manner, people loved them and admired them. Some things happened and some things led to another. If you remembered, I narrated earlier that the Paragons had or were having unidentifiable connections with one another. Ekaris knew of the relationship between Bruno and Michelle and likewise, Clinton knew of that between Ekaris and Ella. Look at what happened…….

I pulled myself up onto the flat surface of the island, and immediately felt my resolve buckle. The sources of light I had seen were bodies. Lifeless charred shapes of men still on fire. I fought back the urge to vomit. I just had to hope that one of them wasn’t Jack. A new burst of fire surged from the sky and I looked at where it was being directed. My heart stopped as I caught sight of the flaxen coloured wolf darting out of the way. It was Danny.

His body trembled violently, threatening to collapse in on itself. Below, Raven struggled to her knees. Blood soaked her side, her throat raw where Selene’s claws had crushed her. But when she saw Ragnar in the sky—burning himself alive for her—something ancient inside her snapped open. Not Shadow. Not fire. Nightfire. It surged without permission. Silver-black flame erupted from Raven’s body, spiraling upward like a living crown. The air warped around her. The ground melted beneath her boots. Wolves staggered back, instincts screaming at them to bow.

Leaves. I close my swollen eyes. Tomorrow. Pyre. Flames. End. I let my head fall forward. The chains creak. In the silence of my deaf world, one last thought surfaces—clear, quiet, final: *If there’s anything after… find me, Victoria.* *I’ll wait.* The fire crackles. The chains hold. And Raven Winterstar—nine years old, scion of death, girlfriend of a vampire princess—waits for the dawn that will burn her away.