Terra Raven Novels & Stories

“What? The two days are done. I can practice now. I feel so much better.” “Yeah? You don’t look it.” “I’m fine, Valeria.” “Just be careful.” I sit on the window ledge, watching him. He stops what he’s doing and looks at me. “You’re not going to try?” “I don’t know.” “You could try raven sight,” he says. “Raven sight?” He smiles. “Yeah, looking through the raven’s eyes. I named it raven sight. And this one is Raven mist… because they come out of nowhere.” He scratches his pink cheek. “Still working on the name.”

" Raven simply completed Trisha was nearby. And grabbed onto his arm, even her chest pressured in. the maximum amount as Raven wished to take care of a similar posture, he couldn't dispel the concern of obtaining ravished any given moment, thus he was unable to relish the soft sensation of her bosom. "I am Isabella's collaborator. And additionally, I receive a contract salary, thus it's natural to be around her right?" "Is that so?" "Hi, Raven does not have any idea? concerning the club name?" "Let's decision it the Wave's Club?, or the when faculty radiation Club?"

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

Sunny asked, but Raven just smiled without uttering a word. "Come and see." She said, ushering us into a beautiful but small house, filled with paintings of nature. Inside the house was filled with rows of beautiful flowers and nice designs. Raven walked over to the center of the room and gestured to us to follow her. “We won't continue until you tell us where you're leading us to?” I cut in and Tyler nodded supportively. Raven halted and turned to me."This," she said, her eyes flickering with triumph, "is the key to taking down the Crimson Fang crew. Just do as I command"

Raven turns toward the door, his anger rising. “No! I’m not letting you go!” Zerra stubbornly runs toward him, grabbing his hand and sinking to her knees. Tears stream down her face as she begs, “Babe, I’m sorry.” Zerra’s tears don’t even affect Raven as he watches her bawl. The longer he stays in this room with her, the more his temper flares, and he knows he can’t let it get worse. So, he pulls his hand away. “We’re done here, Zerra.”

I pause a half-breath, then knock. Raven answers with her hair in a haphazard braid, still damp from a shower. She’s wearing a faded t-shirt that once belonged to Jax, the old pack insignia almost indecipherable from repeated washes. She lifts one eyebrow, a quick, surgical appraisal. “Did you come to get me for training today?” she asks. No preamble, no hospitality, but I sense her awareness—she’s already clocked the intensity of my presence. “No,” I say, “but may I come in? There’s something I want to discuss.”

“The sooner this whole Montefalco thing is over, the sooner you’ll be with her again.” Raven stared at his new homescreen wallpaper. It was one of Therese’s spicy polaroid photos he took last night. She's so cruel for leaving him something with something so precious and then going silent the next day. But Raven nodded to himself. Therese might not look like it, but the whole Erika situation must’ve been hard on her. He recognized that she needed space. RIIIING. RIIIING. INCOMING VIDEO CHAT: Sexy Nanny~ It's embarrassing how quickly he got up his seat the moment he saw Therese's name on his screen. Raven's heart jumped in ecstasy as he pressed the 'answer' button.

Celie gestured around the clinic they were in, "this happened." "No shit sherlock," Raven replied with a straight face. Then she discovered Celie was right, and she did not know how to feel. It was literally the worst time to bear children. And Raven, a wanted murderer, as a mother? That might be the most ridiculous thing on earth. Raven always knew what to do, yet three years ago, she had no idea. She escaped as a criminal to an empty, underdeveloped island that she planned to build and evolve. The child could change many, many things.

The door opened, and the familiar honey scent of my destined mate hit my nostrils. Ariella released her grip on me, and we both turned to look at Raven. She was wearing a marching v-necked long-sleeved blouse, a wide belt, and an ankle-length plaited skirt that accentuated the curves of her hips. She was much cleaner than before, her thick black hair hanging down her back in luscious waves. "Why didn't you tell me?" She demanded, and I stiffened. "Raven---" "I, Raven Annette Declan, reject--"

Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady. — Mor, mor, have you seen like me, my runes that were there? he asked eagerly. — Runes? — Yes, runes ... I wrote runes on the floor and they have ... —… been accepted, answered the old lady calmly. Ragnar stopped and looked at the old lady. She had her back arched, wore a modest cape, tapering in places. Her cape covered her face and he could only see her mouth whose lips seemed to have been blackened. An amulet hung from her neck. She was leaning on a staff she was holding with both hands, and Ragnar soon realized that her hands were shaking. The old woman must have walked for a long time, he told himself.