Traditional Raven Tattoo Flash の小説・ストーリー

"Be still'. Kael said as we stepped into the room. The room flowed into a circular chamber illuminated by the light of a lone torch. Raven was there, kneeling in front of a stone basin in which blue-white fire danced. His eyes met mine, and I had a moment where I thought he was going to smile. He didn't. Raven removed a thin silver knife from his jacket. "It's going to hurt." Jason's words were ringing in my head: Protection makes you weak. I shook almost in reflex. But there was another scream, far away, that sliced through the air, and I extended my wrist. Rave's fingers were hot on my skin as he drew the blade lightly over the symbol. It didn't cut—but it burned, as if the silver were giv

In walks my very witchy cousin, Raven Ashwood, looking fierce. The room fell silent. Raven had always had that effect on people. Long black hair hung nearly to her waist, streaked with silver despite her young age. Dark tattoos wound around her arms and disappeared beneath the sleeves of her leather jacket. Around her neck hung enough charms, crystals, and enchanted trinkets to make any superstitious wolf nervous. And wolves were very superstitious when it came to witches.

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

“In a way, I suppose me and Dante do oversee things, but we all do our part here, Raven. We all hunt and gather food, we all bring back fresh water, guard the camp, put together new homes, train together. We just all work together nicely in peace. “It all just looks and sounds so incredible, grams”. I told her with amazement. “It is Raven. This is my home, and I absolutely adore it”. She said with pride. “I’m so happy grams, to know you haven’t been alone all this time”. I said to her as I looped my arm through hers.

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

Tracy suddenly flash back to Raven. T.B.C

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi

Dubheasa’s shrill voice echoed inside the house. “S-She has…” Raven stuttered in pain. “Louder!” Dubheasa yelled at her. “S-She has t-the r-rose mark….” Raven continued. I remembered the rose tattoo that suddenly appeared on my left shoulder while I was with Queen Morrigan. I began to wonder what was with the rose mark in me that everyone seemed concerned about.

Noah sat up a bit, leaning against the headboard as he moved my hair with one hand and traced my tattoo with his other hand. I shivered at his touch although his hand was warm. Awkwardly after a moment, I turned to face him again to see him smiling lightly. "It's a raven." I nodded my head, "It is." "It's not noticeable because your hair is always down so it covers it," he murmured more to himself than to me. "Why did you decide to get a raven?" "What?" Noah laughed at my lost state, "I mean why a raven? Why didn't you get a butterfly or something?"

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.