The Ravenhood Series Book 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

He revealed, pointing at the report on his screen. After looking at the both of us for a while, he cleared his throat to continue from where he had stopped, “Raven here was a rogue when she was brought into this pack. Her origin according to the report was that she had a lineage with the throne of the Crestwood Pack and I already confirmed that to be true.” “It's confusing,” I muttered trying to create a scenario in my head but I began to feel a splitting headache that made me hold my head as I winced in pain.

And blood, in this world, always wants reckoning. The first time I saw Raven, she was bleeding,not a lot but just a nick on her shoulder. Something sharp and fast had caught her as she ducked into the alley behind the bar I was fixing up. She didn’t look scared, rather she looked... annoyed. Like the world had dared to try her and she was already plotting its punishment. I offered her a rag yet she took it like I’d handed her a weapon. We didn’t speak again for weeks. But I remembered her face like it was. carved into my bones.

And secrets—especially ones this dangerous—never stayed buried for long. I pushed open the library doors, the familiar scent of parchment and old ink greeting me. But for the first time, the knowledge inside these walls felt inadequate. Books wouldn’t save Raven. Not from the Nightshroud. Not from my father. And not from the choices that were already being made behind closed doors. I would have to. I promised Rowan I would.

RAVEN I could feel it in my bones, this gut-deep certainty that it was all coming to an end soon. Not just the suffering, not just the hiding and the planning and the looking over my shoulder every time I turned a corner. No, this was the kind of end that came with blood on the floor and names finally crossed off a long list of pain. I could feel time slipping through my fingers like water, and with every second, the storm inside me grew louder. “Raven,” Rowena said, her voice lower than usual, steadier too, like a blade being sharpened just before war. I turned to her, watching the way her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

I said, and she instantly started shaking in fear. So she did know what my kind was. “My name is Rowen. I run the underworld, along with my three other brothers. I take it, you know of my kind?” I questioned. “I have only heard stories, Master.” She replied. I nodded to her. “Come now, let’s get inside.” I said, and I pushed open my rose gold gate. I continued with her leash in hand while she followed me inside. I could tell she was in awe looking at my home and the vast property surrounding it. I doubted she had ever seen anything like this before.

Individual vampires don't care about each other or whether they die or are left behind. On the horizon were hundreds of SUVs, and Alexi could clearly see them from the air. Night vision is one of wolves' most valuable traits. Alexi headed to the front gate, trying to clear a path for the reinforcements. Cordelia watched Alexi and then looked at the horizon and mimicked what Alexi was doing. Horror crossed Alexi's face when she witnessed a missile target and it explode into one of the SUV's: Time seemed to have stopped along with Alexi's heart. There was so much that she lost in her life; she prayed that her brothers and father were not in that car. Alexi wondered if one more loss was too muc

Not you… The man’s smile just stayed on his face and the next thing he said, my wolf took it heavy. “ Looks like I’m going to have to force this wolf back into its cage.” He told us and his eyes glowed once more….. To Be Continued.... End of Book 1...

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Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

Especially not now as I was awake fully and my room was filled with the natural light outside. Raven soon returned and stole one of my hoodies to put on. Like routine, she brushed her hair quickly while peering through the window. "Mom's car just passed if you want to come over to my house? I could read your cards if you want, could be fun," Raven suggested and shrugged her shoulders. I watched while she threw her hair onto a loose bun at the top of her head and stuck her tongue out in the mirror with concentration. "As much as I believe your soul reading stuff-"