Traditional Raven Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Tyr marked Raven on his nape, inducing him his werewolf scent, which officially made Raven sworn to him as his loyal subject. After the subjects calmed down, they were given time to embrace and bond with their wolves as they waited for their prints to appear on them. Opposite as earlier, Raven felt the burn on his nape where Tyr marked him and realized his print appeared on the same spot. Although he didn’t see it, he felt his wolf tell him that he already had the print. It was a feeling of completeness once they posses their respective prints. And that is something their kinds celebrate. -xx-

Do you know what Vlad Tepes used to do to his enemies? Raven laughs. ‘Impale them.’ ‘How much time do you think that bitch can live with a stake up her ass?’ Raven thinks for a moment. ‘What would the stake be made of?’ ‘Not ash wood. I want her to fucking suffer for a long time before she dies.’ Raven grins. ‘I like the way you think.’ Red flips another page, and I finally take a photo of her. She stops reading and looks at me. “What are you doing?” she asks, confused.

"For the time being, the river will obscure our path, but they will reorganise and pursue us." With a nod, Xander guided the boat to a slender branch that diverged from the main river. He looked over his shoulder at the others and remarked, "There's an old network of caves up ahead." "We can take a nap there and decide what to do next." Long shadows stretched across the sea as the sun started to set. The thick jungle seemed to enclose them as they got closer to the tributary's mouth, and the air was thick with the smell of moss and wet dirt. Isabella's nerves were strained; every tree rustle sounded like an enemy approaching.

Raven’s face sparkled with a minute of anger and frustration. “You ain't getting on my nerves intentionally, right?” She asked me. I leaned forward. “Let me keep you company. You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I can remain invincible" My voice was calm. Raven gave up. “ Will be studying the pack to collect information about the Crimson Fang and how we can attack them.” She rushed her words.” You must remain a ghost if you must come” I nodded, my words crisp. “ Very well”

I rose and moved toward the window, pulling aside the heavy drapes. A raven sat on the ledge, glossy black feathers glinting in the lamplight. A message tube was strapped to its leg. I exhaled slowly. “A raven,” I murmured. “How fitting.” There was only one wolf arrogant enough to use ravens as his symbol. The bird hopped closer when I opened the window, allowing me to take the message before it spread its wings and disappeared into the night. The tube was sealed with black wax stamped with a crude wolf’s head. Dramatic. The Rogue King’s style, without question.

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

A burning sensation suddenly appeared in his left chest. "Ah!" Raven winced. The burning sensation came so suddenly that it brought him to his knees. He clutched his chest. His heart was beating very fast. Dum! Dum! Dum! It was as if something had come to life inside him. The heat intensified. The skin on his left chest began to glow faintly. Raven's eyes widened. "What is this?" He tugged at his collar. Under the moonlight, a strange symbol slowly appeared on his skin. It resembled a circle with a wolf-claw pattern.

Guns. The raven purge has begun.

“A small raven on my inner wrist. Something delicate… but permanent. A reminder that I can be brave.” Raven’s eyes darkened with approval. He took my wrist gently, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin where the tattoo would go. The touch sent unexpected heat racing up my arm. “Beautiful choice,” he murmured. “The raven symbolizes transformation. Now describe how you want it to feel when it’s finished.” His thumb stroked slow circles on my pulse point as I tried to answer. “I want it to feel… alive. Like it remembers me every time I look at it.”

Aisha POV: Roma was tensed her, she had horrified expression on her face when…. I went closer to her and roughly pulled her left hand up to show her mother and Ravan the same tattoo that was there in Video however before I could utter any further word the very next thing I saw was Roma lying on floor while blood oozing out from corner of her lip while Ravan was standing tall in front of her small frame with nothing but murderous look in his eyes “Why…?” I heard his dangerous voice “WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THIS ROMA…. SHE WAS YOU SISITER… YOU REAL SISTER… AND YO… YOU…. YOU WAS WATCHING GET GANG RAPED AND MURDERED BY THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD… WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THAT?” he growled monstrously o