What A Mess Raven Novels & Stories

"The Royal House of Varkos must be more generous than we believe, since you are a princess..." "Please, I’m sure she meant well." Clara looked crestfallen, as if feeling bad for the backlash Leah was facing. "Lee is my friend. She must have been mistaken." "Mistaken?" Luna Laurent’s voice was shrill. "How could she say such a thing even if she is mistaken? What if we weren’t here and she defamed you?" Leah let out a scoffing laugh, shaking her head. "Luna Laurent, I didn’t want to expose the Mooncrest Pack, but… where did you say you donated? Volkov Central, Kirov Rehabilitation, or the Border Recovery Wing?”

“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

I had to stay one step ahead. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said. “ about the messages… it’s okay.” Ryker snorted. "Don't play dumb, Raven. I know something is wrong what is it?” "Ryker, you're being paranoid," I said, trying to sound calm. "I don't know what you're talking about." But Ryker just shook his head. "I'm not paranoid, Raven. I'm right. And if you mess anything up I'm going to make sure Fenrir knows the truth.

Her eyes trembled and took the first bite that she missed after everything that had happened to her mother. Raven finished everything she needed to do and was arranging things to take to work when Chin suddenly sent a message. [Are you already on your way? We need to attend an assembly in the hall. So, we need to attend early.] When Raven read that, she paused and was suddenly confused. "Procrastination-heh!" Raven said to herself. But as Raven looked at the mere message she asked herself if she left out some important---announcement. Raven took the chance to go and didn't bother sending regards to Wilma.

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

The prophecy about Azraiel as told by the Royal astrologer. Charlotte opens her mouth to ask about the rest of the prophecy but is interrupted by that child like voice again. It sounds angry on being ignored. “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” Charlotte tries to speak but nothing comes out of her mouth. Suddenly she starts choking and then everything goes black.

Dad answers while looking over at Raven trying to decide if it would be safe to let her go knowing she has to learn more control. “It doesn’t matter anyway I can take whatever test and pass I’m ahead of humans my age... I already do college level work,” Raven reassures while shrugging her shoulders as we’ve both been quick learners and catch on even more once she shifted and I got magic. “No one needs to worry about it,” Rebecca reassures while looking at Raven sympathetically knowing she struggles with control when she is dealing with any strong emotion.

Pulling myself free from my lovers, I dress quickly and head outside. The crescent moon is high. The night would be almost completely black in Avalon, but here, in this world, the bright city lights make a perpetual twilight. This makes it easy for me to spot the messenger, a small raven sitting across the way on the small metal railing leading to the stairs. Its wings are black, its black eyes sharp with intelligence. “You bear a message for me?” The raven nods its head in assent. “Fine, let’s hear it.”

But the others were supremely confident in her capabilities that he had no choice but to capitulate. “Very well,” he said. “This investment group is formed as of right now, pending official paperwork of course. What’s our first order of business?” “How ‘bout a name?” asked Eva. “The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.”

He wanted to know. “No but I will.” Raven reached into her pocket and pulled out a flash drive. She gave it to Misha. “What is this?” Misha asked. “I’m not sure what’s on it but he blew a gasket when he noticed it was gone,” Raven told them. “You little bitch!” Carl shouted. “You’ve just signed my death warrant. I hope you’re happy now.”