Shifting Raven Method Novels & Stories

I whispered to myself. “Mr. Sky, I would require your full attention in this class. I would not tolerate any form of interruption,” Riven barked. I rolled my eyes. Jeez... I just wanted this shit to be over. He adjusted his radar, clearing his throat. “So, first of all, I shouldn't be the one teaching you what shifting is all about,” he announced, mockingly looking at me. “Obviously, you have learnt it a million times already. And all those times, you still failed. So… I will just jump right into the basics.”

As Shadow revved the Ferrari with a little more gusto than required, Raven slid the device back to on and mid-level pulsing. “Mmm,” Vixen shifted on the chair, inclining her neck to the side as if to allow kisses along its length. Raven counted to thirty and then changed both the pulsing rhythm and strength as Shadow eased the Ferrari out onto the road. Vixen slid Raven a look out of the corner of her eye and ran her tongue along her bottom lip.

“The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.” All of them mulled over Eva’s words for a few moments before Doreth chipped in her thoughts. “Let’s add a little Drogar flair to your Ravens,” she said. “We’ve got a similar bird - Ventrii Stalkers. They’re these hunter/fishers that’re smaller and less aggressive than Avicii Raptors, but definitely smarter and way more agile.” “Oh, good pick,” added Severas. “Most birds on the planet are in constant conflict with each other. The war co

His eyes, dark and intense, held mine for a long, agonizing moment before he turned his attention back to me. “Damien, I…” I began, my voice trembling. He walked closer to me, closing the distance between us until we were just a breath apart. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, locked onto mine, and I knew in that instant there was no turning back from this confrontation. It was either my last day, or a day I would lose a part of myself I didn’t even know I could afford to sacrifice. “Raven!” he growled, his voice low and guttural, his breath fanning across my face.

Michael added. On day of wedding Ravan shot Michael in a special way that only punctures the lung but severs no arteries, Ravan and Michael simply used "Impulsive Panic Behavior of psychology”. Later to which Roma gave Michael basic treatment by using taping method on his wounds and drawing out excess blood out of his chest with a metal plunger so to make him breathe again. End of flashback