Sarah Ravencroft Novels & Stories

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

She started to pull the silver from her skin, ready to pour her life into the glass. “Wait!” Sarah Miller rushed forward. She didn’t try to stop June; she pushed her aside and grabbed the jar herself. “Mom, no!” June cried out. “You have a life to live with Dante, June,” Sarah said, her face shining with a strange, pale light. “I’ve lived my story. I was the librarian who kept the secrets. Now I’ll be the secret that keeps the world safe.” Sarah didn’t wait. She smashed the jar against the hard wood of the shelf.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

“Genevieve, I completely get. She's a predator counting dollar signs, totally text-book. No problem.” “And what about this Sarah?” I shrug, my jaw tight. “I barely knew she even existed until today. Genevieve only mentioned once or twice that Julian had a serious sweetheart who broke his heart when he was young. But reading that secret diary of Julian’s... I mean, it seems like this Sarah is *me*. She’s a female version of me, Gavin. She has her eye completely locked onto that massive pot of money, and she’s absolutely not going to let anybody get in her way. She’s doing to Julian the exact same thing I’m doing to Genevieve.”

"The baby... something’s wrong." "Is it?" Martha asked, tilting her head. "Or is he just eager to meet his new mother?" "What did you do?" Sarah screamed, the sound echoing through the hollow house. "The tea... I didn't even drink the tea!" "I didn't need the tea," Martha said, standing over her like a shadow. "I’ve spent ten years learning things, Sarah. Dark things. Things found in the basements of grief. You think I wanted you to suffer? No. I wanted you to bloom. I wanted you to be the perfect vessel for what was stolen from me."

Those beautiful artic blue eyes, are all I see everytime I close my own. They are the most magnificent shade of blue I have ever seen in my life. I have looked into so many different colors of eyes, on so many faces. But none as unique as hers. Those beautiful orbs dug deeper and deeper into my soul with every lasting stare. Her euphorious voice when she told me her name "Sarah" my mind sings out to me. The beautiful she wolf my dreams invade me with. One month has come and gone sense I laid my eyes upon her, in that old dusty library. I crave to feel her soft, smooth skin below my finger tips, to be close to her again. To breath in her intoxicating scent once more of sweet honey suckle and

Sarah moved with a practiced, lethal grace, her rifle always at the ready. "How long have you been out, Sarah?" I asked, my breath hitching as the violet root in my chest began to throb again. "Five years," she said, not looking back. "I broke out of the 'Deep-Dive' when I was twenty-five. I realized the 'Nursery' was a cage. I’ve been building the 'Reconstruction' ever since." "So you weren't a 'Sub-Routine'?" I asked.

Today was turning out to be the best day he could remember in a very long time. Sarah turned out to be an excellent masseuse, not that Mark had a lot of experience to compare her skills against. She had arrived, laid towels out on his bed, heated oils, dimmed the lights, and told him to lie down. He was quite surprised at his first impression of her. Shoulder-length dark hair framed a pretty face with a fit but voluptuous body, reminding him more of Maddy than Myra. Sarah was dressed in a black vest-top and black track-pants, and he could see at least a dozen tattoos around her upper body. Her entire right arm from her shoulder to her wrist was a mixture of aquatic creatures intermingled wit

It was a woman draped in furs the color of dried blood, her face twisted into a smirk that had cost me everything on my eighteenth birthday. "Sarah," Killian growled, the name sounding like a curse. "Hello, little sister," Sarah said, her voice amplified by the station’s external speakers until it boomed across the silent lunar plain. "I told you the roots go deep. You thought you could bury me in the Ravine, but the South has very long memories". She wasn't just Sarah anymore. Her skin was a translucent, sickly grey, and her eyes were bulging with an obsidian light that signaled she had finally surrendered to the infection. She was the bridge the Director had wanted—the human host for a Voi

I explained my plans to her, and she was shocked. “Look at you; you have thought about the situation before it even happened. You are smart, Lord Ratu!” She said, and I chuckled. “You have always known that I am sharp!” I said to her, and she smiled. “Well, if that is all, I would love to go back to my coffin and sleep in! It is hot out here!” She said, and I nodded. “Sarah is one of my finest weapons. She was a nurse in the human form before she discovered she was from the lineage of the witches.