Ravenloft Novelas e Histórias

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

He said to his self "I will make life wonderful and full of magic." He made the earth by his Design with Magical Creatures and a Beautiful environment. The God of life made four different environments to fit the Creature's needs. The land is divide into four sections. The first land is called The lucky kingdom; it is a beautiful land with diverse creatures living in the city. Most of the creatures living there are Elves, Demi-humans, and Humans. The Second Kingdom is the Moonlight kingdom for sensitivity to light, Such as Vampires, WereWolves, and Dark elves. Moonlight has dangerous's creatures that live there. Then, Wind-brook is surrounded by air mostly; the creatures that live there are m

It was creepy gothic. "How do you know my name?" Kim demanded preparing to launch herself at the weird woman "Wrong question. The right question would be who am I? And what can I do for you? But I'll save us some time by answering them both. I am Raven. A dark witch. Or should I say, thee best dark witch. Oh by the way, sorry for slamming you into that wall. You vampires are fast, I didn't have another more polite method of stopping you" she said casually. Kim tilted her head not following the point of this "Oh yes as to what I can do for you, well I can save him" Raven added pointing a thin pale finger to Talons body. His eyes were closed and his breaths sounded more shallow erratic. Kim de

I trust him. Now, I have three ravens, he sent me another letter, talking about the beast shadows, updating the latest research that the Empire has done. These beasts fear the light since they don’t appear in the day, but in the letter, it said that it’s wrong, they roam everywhere, it’s just that they are human that even death rejected them. Their flesh is purple since they are corpses and their rotten smell is noticeable from large distances. They crave human flesh to continue living; they are sane monsters that have intelligence in the day and mad at night.

‘Wow, you are wise,’ she said, holding out her hands to him, ‘come here wise man, and I will show you the color of my love. Rodolf smiled, he was always open to lessons. On the gray plateau of Schiehallion Mountain, Wolf had already laid out most of the items. All elements were represented. Earth, air, fire, and water. Raven brought Maddie with him, who was still wrapped in a cocoon of gray magic and therefore still resided in the twilight world. He saw her body light up now and then. Raven knew that the red energy was still trying to escape because it was so terribly unbalanced. He brought her above the altar and nodded to Wolf. Together they blackmailed to join forces, against the powerful

Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house. He sighs while looking at the mess that was his home a few hours ago. He needs to clean this mess up. Fortunately, he knows the perfect man for this job too. He hasn’t needed his services in a long time, now, it seems it’s time to reach out to him. He walks up the stairs and makes his way into his study. He sits behind his desk, and he lifts his personal computer and puts it aside, revealing the carving on the middle of the desk of a raven taking flight with its wings spread out. The detailed carving is done very beauti

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

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The battle for supreme power was just beginning, and the fates of both were intertwined in a dark dance that would shape the course of the supernatural world. The raven landed silently on the balcony railing of the majestic room where Maya stood, witnessing the fall of Justin's hopes. The darkness around them seemed to intensify, as if the environment itself mourned the impending tragedy. Justin, blinded by his obsession, saw the raven as an extension of himself, a silent observer of his darkest desires.

The air hums with the tension before a storm. Silverpine’s border is crawling with wolves, their black-and-grey cloaks marking them as Blackrock—rival pack, all muscle and malice. Among them, strange shadows flicker in the mist. But worst of all, circling above the treeline, is a raven larger than any natural bird. Its eyes glow with unnatural red, and when it lands on the cracked stump where the wards once stood, the grass blackens under its claws. The pack draws back, bristling. The raven cocks its head, surveying the crowd. Its presence feels wrong—hollow and ancient, as if the land itself recoils.