Twisted Metal: Black Raven Novels & Stories

Drugs no longer cool off my panick attacks. I injected myself while gnashing my teeth together. After a few seconds,I felt less frightened. In my stable state,I noticed I was running out of injections. I glanced at the tableclock which read 5:14am. My doctor is always ready anytime I need him I got up from my bed and stalled over to my dressing room. All my outfits are black. My suits are black. My long and short sleeves are black. My sweatshirts are black. All my casual wears and shoes are also black.

He covered his face with his black armor, only his eyes could be seen. "Attention!" he commanded them, all of them were wearing black robes, with arrows and bows in their backs, all sitting on same black horses. Except Trion's robe had a white mark at the shape of a crow at his chest. "Listen, my fellow Ravens. Our identity is - we all are Ravenmen, not some tiny, fuckin' birds! We are neither afraid of dark, nor of some stupid risen of Gods! Yeah, here we are, in front of the entrance of South Leafstone." "Yeah!" nine Ravens yelled in unison.

We had our next destination. We had a clue about The Raven. And we faced a decision: Give up Luca for silence… Or unleash chaos on everyone wearing a crown built on Elena’s grave. I picked the latter. And I chose war.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

The other witches gasped, stepping back in shock. Boris’s expression twisted with rage. "Don’t just stand there! Take her down!" he barked. Raven didn’t wait. She turned and sprinted toward Damien, dropping to her knees beside him. His breathing was ragged, his body slumped in the silver chains. She reached out, pressing her hands against the cold metal. The second she touched it, a sharp shock ran through her, burning like fire against her skin. She grit her teeth, refusing to let go. The chains started to crack, the silver sizzling under her fingertips. Damien groaned, his muscles tensing.

Dark magic wrapped around Raven like chains, lifting her off the ground, dragging her toward the ritual circle, and watched as she screamed, as she tried to save herself with her own magic, as her claws came out to rip through the Malachar’s dark magic but it was through strong, because this was Silverthorne’s magic mixed with centuries of dark magic. "NO!" I roared, changing direction, my claws extended. But I didn't make it. Malachar flicked his wrist furiously, and I hit an invisible wall, my Lycan form smashing against the so hard. Hard enough to see stars. That blood oozed out form my face. "Thorne!" Aveline's scream tore through the chaos, painfully. I forced myself up, shaking off the

“Nora is the last of your step-siblings that's alive. And Andrew Miller doesn't do too much again because he's getting old. I'll leave you to make your decision now, Raven. Do you really think you have enough power and resources to take down the richest and most deadly mafia lord in America?“ Raven flinched when he heard Venom's question, like he had indeed been drunk and the question knocked him back to reality. Silence reigned in the car for minutes. Venom finally chuckled and cleared his throat: “I guess your answer's in the negative, Raven.“ “No!“ Raven suddenly said. “I'm going to take down Andrew Miller and the whole of the Black Mambas or die trying. And I'm going to start working tow

Raven stepped forward, eyes locked on The Wraith, Shadow swirling around her like a living storm. “You will not take them from me,” she said, each word a blade. The Wraith snarled, shadows rising for a final strike. Raven raised her blade, Shadow pouring into it, gold and black flames wrapping the steel. Lightning slammed down beside her, Ragnar stepping to her side, his storm meeting her Shadow. Together, they struck. Blade and lightning collided with The Wraith’s darkness, a shockwave tearing through the snow, the force knocking wolves and warriors off their feet.

He screams and drops to the floor. “You remember the circle you drew when you were taking my memories,” Raven continues quietly. “You remember the vow you swore when you handed me over to thise monsters.” Her eyes burn silver-blue. “Blood binds both ways.” Raphael claws at his chest. “Raven... please... listen to me...” He coughs again.

I said quietly. Godiva stepped forward, her hand brushing against the temple’s surface. The runes glowed momentarily, as if recognizing her touch. Light radiated from her, forming a connection to the Moon Goddess herself. But the moment didn’t last. From deep within the temple came a low, menacing growl. I extended my claws, instincts on high alert. “Damn it! How many enemies must we face? It’s making me want to tear them all to pieces.” I was wrong. The shadows within the temple shifted, coalescing into a massive form, a black wolf with silver eyes. The creature let out an ear-splitting howl, its claws scraping the stone floor.