Unkindness Of Ravens Novels & Stories

If kindness did not work for everyone then I would be as wicked as the woman who raised me. Raven was dead, someone stronger, braver and more dangerous had taken over.

No human has ever raised my eyebrows this many times in such a short period. This woman is a puzzle. A stubborn, unpredictable, infuriating puzzle. And I have every intention of solving her.

"That isn't a good example for Cherry." "You're not a good example for Cherry." Raven scoffed, appearing next to him. Black hair parted in the middle as it twisted in two messy french braids. She was dressed in a mesh white, dark green, and black jacket with a white hooded crop top underneath. Ripped blue jeans with black, fishnet leggings underneath, and a pair of solid black pumps. "What?! I am the utmost-" "Jackass." "Na-uh!" "Idiots," I scoffed. I didn't know how Charlotte could ever stay sane around those two. Timothy's stupidity and Raven's enabling of his stupidity was only going to leave my mate down a path of insanity.

I start walking again, but Hunter stops me with a gentle hand on my arm. “I know I shouldn’t get involved,” he says quietly, “but as Raven’s brother and someone who knows him better than anyone, I feel like I should warn you. Please, stay away from him.” I turn to face him fully. He holds my gaze, serious now. “He’s not like normal people, Syd. Ever since we were kids, Raven has had a condition.” He pauses. “He doesn’t feel things the way we do. Emotions don’t register for him.”

it replied calmly. Zack didn’t even blink. “Guns up!” he shouted. Before anyone could follow through, the trees exploded in black as ravens, hundreds of them. They came out of nowhere, swirling around the snake like a living storm. Wings beat against my ears. “What the hell is this?” I whispered, shielding my face. Kira was as still as a statue. “I, I don’t know,” she breathed. Then, just as suddenly as they’d appeared, the ravens vanished, melted back into the forest like they’d never been there.

So when she was bitten by a rather disgusting, psychotic b*stard, she flinched, but not because she was in pain, but because of the fact that an unknown person with weird vibes that kept giving her indescribable emotions bit and suck her blood like a f*cking cannibal lun*tic. No one, as in, no one, was left alive once they saw Raven in action during any mission. She always makes sure to eliminate any kind of factor that would be a threat to her. All of them merely saw her without disguise, and they're now resting on each of their own deathbeds.

I ask while kneeling down in front of her feeling how uneasy she feels hearing her parents yelling for her. I can’t help blushing a little when I stare into her obsidian eyes noticing her looking me over trying to understand what she is feeling. “I don’t know,” she whimpers at Rebecca screaming for her so I nod and scoop her up into my arms. “It’s ok come on,” I reassure while carrying her towards the barn door to find her identical twin opening the door. They are very much the same except, their hair, eyes, and abilities. Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha.

"You think you know her better than I do?" His fury crackled like lightning. One of Raven’s biggest flaws was that he let words get to him too easily. But I never hated that about him. Nobody’s perfect. We all have scars and cracks. "Who the hell are you to call me a random stranger? Do you want to die?" he shouted, and Jeremiah flinched under his icy tone. I don't think Raven is the type who hurts humans, because if he did, he'd have punched Jeremiah's face just like he always does to Thorne or anyone else in the Academy who makes him angry.

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

Alistair murmured, almost kindly, “and she loses everything.” Rage surged through Nikolai’s veins—violent, useless. He had dismantled hostile takeovers and crushed empires without flinching, yet he was helpless against men who weaponized love. “You’re monsters,” he said hoarsely. “We are Ravenharts,” Alistair corrected. “The wedding is in two weeks. You will smile for the cameras. You will stand beside Thalia. And you will secure our bloodline.” Nikolai turned and left without another word.