Raven Without Hood の小説・ストーリー

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

And they were walking towards me. Azraiel's heart dropped in his stomach as soon as he heard her describe those wolves. The ones she was talking about were rouges. Rouges are the wolves that don't live in a pack because they have been either banished for a crime or lost their sanity for reasons like losing a mate. Not all rouges are dangerous. They are weaker than other werewolves due to their lost connection to a pack but stronger than an average human. The rouges that form a pack together become stronger and their insanity often leads them to harm others. Five rouges together seem like they were part of a rouge pack. And then there was Richard. He was glad that Charlotte ran away from him

But my head suddenly bumped into something. As I held my forehead, I saw that the man standing in front of me was Raven. He was wearing a different balaclava than before, with a small embroidered silver “R” on it. Raven was dressed more casually, in a black hoodie. “Shall we go together?” He offered calmly.

Everyone inside the room can't contain their nervousness. "Then we must seek," the shadow speak, before he clasp his hands,"seek for code R. A. Do whatever you can, do not fail me or you'll meet your death. Find him, and bring his head to me." ~~ On the other hand, Raven got his pay from the chicken delivery shop. It was ten pm and his out of the shift. Before going out of the shop, he bought half of the chicken box and paid. He pulled out his keys and got out of the shop; walks towards a motorcycle. He put his helmet and on and off he goes.

After the argument in the car, Raven was surprised to receive a text message with an address and time for the gig. He debated whether to go as he changed shirts three times in front of his bathroom mirror, finally settling on a plain black t-shirt and jeans. He shrugged on his leather biker’s jacket and ran a comb through his hair. “Shit,” he told himself in the mirror as he fidgeted with his hair and ran his nails through the stubble on his cheeks contemplating the value of shaving. “You are like a nervous virgin dressing for her prom date.”

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie

Derek's POV: I walk ahead towards my office, my jaw taut, beneath my silence is fury. Alessia and Darren, just behind match my pace. We don't speak until we reach the office, and even then, it's the heavy this of the door closing that breaks the tension. Raven is already there. She stands near the window, arms crossed, hood down. Her fox ears twitches once in greeting, or warning - I can't tell. She turns slowly, and her eyes - still unnervingly gold - land on me first, then Alessia.

The Ravens were treated to yet another security station close to the end of the walkway, perhaps 20 meters away from the entrance to the building. And the Royal Guards stationed here were a little bit different from the regular ones. Their uniforms were a deep, dark burgundy. It was so dark that it was almost purplish-black. And there were no other highlights on their uniforms, silver or not. At the station, the Ravens went through yet another round of careful vetting, And they also witnessed another changing of their guard. The Matriarch’s Royal Guard handed over the Ravens to these shadowy Royal Guards, then went back the way they came.

He has finally found her, his fated mate, someone who is not supposed to exist was right here in his arms but she looked so… tired. Haven had to put on a cloak to cover some of her bruises that were still slightly showing. Since it was a ball and everyone was putting on gowns, she knew that wearing a hoodie would only make her stand out and that would only aggravate the anger in her dad so she decided to wear something that goes with her outfit but still covers her face. She wasn't sure of what to do so she stood a bit close to Raven but Raven was getting irritated. “You're suffocating me, can you move”?