The Raven Method Novels & Stories

Raven is a brilliant student but suffers from mild dyslexia which makes it unbearable for her when it comes to computer based exams or tests. Raven makes straight A's and B's in written exams but doesn't do as much when it comes to computer based exams . She rushes to packs her things and prepare for school and then packs as many pills as possible so she doesn't feel too much pain. The bell rings for Language class and Raven packs the materials needed for her test. She goes in and notices that Devon replaces her seatmate Laura . Devon; hey Brownie!!! Raven; hi Devon. Thanks for coming around last night

“They’re already inside.” Raven didn’t reach for the light switch. She didn’t move at all, not in a way the eye could catch. But Elias saw it, the almost imperceptible tightening of her stance, the slow curl of her fingers toward the knife she always kept clipped inside her sleeve. Matteo didn’t bother with a weapon just yet. His body was a weapon, and his mind was calculating distances in the dark. Elias moved toward the table, keeping his breathing even. Two years of training had taught him that panic was an enemy’s greatest ally. If they were already inside, they had two options: control the ground or abandon it. And Raven didn’t abandon ground unless it was ash behind her.

*** *Of continuation. *** ### The Line Drawn Raven stepped forward. *** Not aggressive. *** Not submissive. *** Present. *** “You saw what happened today.” *** *Yes.* *** A pause. *** *Unexpected convergence.* *** Not admiration. *** But something close to… recalculation. *** ### The Challenge “Then understand this,” Raven said. *** Her voice steady. *** “We’re not something you can reduce to outcome patterns.” *** The space shifted slightly. *** *All systems resolve into pattern.* ***

Raven handed the paper to Asher. The shift in his tone was clear. “It’s a medical procedure, preparatory procedure,” Raven said. “It looks like…” Asher looked at me. “That’s right. It looks like someone has copied details right out of a book. Only there is no book that has ever recommended this procedure or even mentioned this in the standardized methods of treating an immortal. Since she went through the trouble of risking her life to get this information to me, I looked at it. I applied it and there was a severe repercussion in our mother’s condition,” Raven said.

“Can we skip the procedures?” Raven regretfully shook his head. “’ no,” “Agh fine.” he sat up. The normal procedure was very simple but at the same time, it was fucking tedious. Six months ago he had visited the nearby town and brought back the twins Kiran and Elijah. On the way, he left behind a scent trail. So to escape being tracked by the werewolves, he had to soak in a flower-infused water. “It’s ready,” raven took him over to the small poll of water. Beautiful magnolia flowers floated n top. “Elder, please do the honors,”

“You took Ryder. You took everything that was mine.” Tessa would spit at her. “He was never yours.” That’s when Raven would lose it. I could picture her grabbing a bucket of water, hurling it at Tessa’s face. “You want water? There! Drink it!” The room would echo with Raven’s laugh—sharp, broken, echoing off the metal walls. She wasn’t the same Raven we once knew. She was cracked. Empty. Haunted by the curse she couldn’t break. I followed the tire marks down the back roads near Blackthorn Ridge. The van tracks veered off the asphalt toward an old path that led to the cliffs.

But the others were supremely confident in her capabilities that he had no choice but to capitulate. “Very well,” he said. “This investment group is formed as of right now, pending official paperwork of course. What’s our first order of business?” “How ‘bout a name?” asked Eva. “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.”

Raven was groaning with his back arched, gripping his right thigh. "Raven! What’s wrong?" Gia rushed to the bed without thinking. "It hurts like hell!" Raven shouted, his eyes staring aimlessly. "Wait, wait... I can't see! Why is this room so dark?!" Such a large room shouldn’t only have a dim bedside lamp. *CLAP!* Raven clapped his hands once, and the lights turned on brightly. The room's switch could be activated by a clap. Gia quickly released her grip on Raven's thigh due to the sudden brightness, and her fingers began examining the right thigh.

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

Knocking, she went inside hearing his distinct, "Come in." "Good morning, sir," Raven greeted him as she walked towards his desk. "Good morning, Raven. Since Mr. Van Halen is away for ten days, you would be working for me. Come with me. I'll show you your workstation, " said Mr. Baker with a smile. In fact, Raven was relieved that he was so easy-going. She could let her guard down for ten days, at least. He got up and Raven followed him out of his office to a small room opposite to his. There was a small workstation on one side and two chairs and some cabinets.