Unkindness Of Ravens Novels & Stories

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.

Raven muttered coldly. If pushing her off the bridge and dumping her snakes is her so called kindness. Lorcan just couldn’t imagine how unkind Raven is going to be.

I watch the door open, Bear, Hawk and Doc walking in and sitting. “Take a look.” I watch as Grayson holds out the box and envelope. Why is he showing them? I stare at him. “Raven’s past is coming back, it’s someone who likes to kill those she is close to. So we’re calling in everyone, if we’re not with her, we need at least three more guys watching her closely.” “You said those she is close to?” Doc looks at us and we nod. “Yes, that includes Ava, so if we’re not going to be with Ava, we need more people around her.” I won’t let Grayson pretend like Ava isn’t a target.

“We’ll take extra men.” Yuri nodded just as Raven’s phone began to ring. He listened as she talked to her contacts on the street. After a moment or so, he got up and got a pen and some paper for her. Raven smiled and began taking notes. Before she could discuss the first call a second call came in, then a third call. An hour later, she hung up on caller five. Raven looked at Yuri and shook her head. Looking over at Pepper she said, “Leon Knight is a pig. A dirty, rotten, scum loving pig.”

I am not the type of man you want to be around when I feel unhinged. I push my way through the crowd, gagging on the scent of cologne used to mask the stench of sweat underneath. I stand a few feet away from the raven, my gaze roaming her body and zeroing in on her trembling hands as she tries to push the man away. I don’t like that he’d frightened her. The rage that always lurks under the surface of my skin takes over. The monster, ready and waiting to take out anyone who dares make the raven unhappy.

“You cannot seek to manage the feelings of others with regards to the truth… especially when you have not come to terms with it yourself.” Ian looked up. His eyes glowing red. “To mourn… To wish for better… To attempt to ease that pain is the mark of a kind and loving heart.” I scoffed. “Vampires are incapable of love. They’re evil. They just want to--” Raven lifted her head. Her eyes were blazing red and surrounded by darkness. She took on a golden glow before shrieking at me. “You are not welcome here!” Something slammed into me, carrying me off the platform and slamming me into the far stone wall.

Marcus Raven. The raven alpha stood back at the rear of the line just like Alder, but unlike Alder, he wasn’t bellowing our orders and sending in more men. He was composed and even had a slight smirk at the corner of his lips and he only spoke to his men when it was something important. The enemy wolves seemed to surge forward like the tide that preceded a hurricane. They had no end, and no rationality. Burning pyres of homes collapsed on themselves as some faction of the wolves kept burning down any homes they could find.

The pain in my leg was completely gone. The tapping came again, more insistently this time. I looked around, trying to pinpoint the source. There, at the window - a large black raven perched on the window, quirking its head as it studied me with beady eyes. Something about the bird unsettled me. It didn't seem like an ordinary raven. Slowly, I rose and approached the window, hand outstretched. Quick as a snake, the raven struck. Its razor-sharp beak slashed across my finger, drawing blood. I yelped and snatched my hand back. "Ow! You little monster!"

“Don’t waste your breath, beautiful. You can’t learn us to be civilized. We’re wolves.” He pulled his finger away, and I said, “Raven is a wolf, too. She’s not a slob.” “Raven is a rarity, an enigma. Sort of like you. You wanna come into the house to chat, or did you want to stand around out here?”

I keep screaming until my vision turns black. Then come their screams. The woman and the scarred man who stood before me seconds ago. I realize it isn’t just black I see, but ravens. So many ravens that I can’t see the light at all. When I finally calm myself, the ravens disperse, and what remains are the mangled bodies of those two strangers—picked to the bone. For a few seconds, I’m in shock, locked in silence. Then the quiet breaks as smaller sounds slip through. Ragged breathing.