The Raven Method Novels & Stories

Raven held the paper again and flipped it, just to see another written note that said, "Wear this ring once you have decided, but no matter what you decided choose carefully. Either way, you choose I'm still holding your mother's neck." Raven crumpled the piece of paper, and with a heavy heart, she put on the ring. This time her motives changed, from getting her mother's treatment to investigating Timothy's background because he was getting on Raven's nerves and was deeply curious if he had another family. The night passed, and the first day of Raven's task had begun. ---- Day 1 and 121 days to go... Raven followed Cohen towards post 27. She didn't sleep very well because she could feel her

Zach reprimanded them both, and they both fell silent. "This will help us now," said Raven, referring to the black box she was holding. He opened it and we saw that it was a ring. It was six silver rings, to be exact. The design is full of rings with glued diamonds of various colors. The design of the rings is just the same. It's cute! "Here. Those rings will light up when I press the violet diamond. I will press it once I feel something strange, " said Raven. "Don't tell me you invented it too?" Brent asked

But when I flashed her a glimpse of my idea, her chest rumbled in agreement. Gunner and Roan watched with interest as Raven wiggled her way out from between them. But when she stopped, showing them her rear, then swishing her tail across their muzzles, the challenge had been offered and they were all too willing to accept. Raven bounded away just as her two mates rose drunkenly to their feet, having gotten much too comfortable lazing next to her. I sat back and watched as she expertly navigated the trees and brambles of the forest as if she’d been doing so for years. But despite her head start, it wasn’t long before the intoxicating scents of Gunner and Roan grew thicker as they closed in on

When I lift my head, the raven hops to another branch farther ahead. You want me to follow. It tilts its head, as if answering. Through the pain, through the shaking in my legs, I push forward. One step. Then another. The raven moves each time I do—never too far and never out of sight—guiding me deeper into the woods, away from the fighting and the danger closing in behind me. The trees thin and the air changes. Then I see it. The dead black tree. The place where it all started.

Roland's POV I’ve been home for an hour, and Diana is still nowhere. The maids claim she refused to stay in my room. As if I’d ever let her. My mother keeps reminding me to “be nice,” but she doesn’t understand that niceness isn’t something I bother with. I shower, change, and head to the dining room. The long table is empty. Cold. Too quiet. “Mathew,” I call out. He appears immediately. “Yes, sir.”

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Raven whimpers trying to breathe with blood pooling at the edges of her mouth as I do my best to not panic at her condition. “Raven stay with me!” I nearly panic dropping her into the snow then shift feeling that I am losing her. She whimpers and trembles as I press my head against hers before licking her wounds healing her as she cries. Raven flinches and cries out in pain when I lick the giant jagged wound over her ribs that is making it difficult for her to breathe. “Breathe and relax,” I link while staring into her dark obsidian eyes trying to get her to focus on healing instead of her fear and pain.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

Raven tilted her head like she was listening to something none of us could hear. “Under everything,” she said. “Still trying to reconnect. Still waiting for me.” Marek’s expression tightened. “That’s not what it was,” he said carefully. Raven looked at him and this time there was no confusion in her eyes. “It is,” she said quietly. “It’s not a god. It’s not fate.” Her hand lifted slightly and silver fire gathered without hesitation. “It’s a containment system that turned into a parasite after the kingdom broke it by accident and kept feeding it fear for centuries.”

And as the past had taught them, treading cautiously was paramount, lest they lose their way. Raven, the enigma at the center of the twins' whirlwind of emotions, stood before Shade. As he poured out his heart, trying to bridge the gap of understanding, he closely observed her reactions. However, what he saw was not the solace or comprehension he so deeply yearned for. Instead, the transformation in Raven was undeniable and disconcerting. Her eyes, usually akin to pools of clear, vibrant water, now bore the appearance of a guarded fortress. The expressive windows to her soul, which previously reflected warmth and compassion, now mirrored restraint and caution.