Novel & Cerita Raven Without Hood

I stated every word clearly. "Raven , he is protected by twenty professional guards . Nobody. Not even his own family could be around him without his guards . This snake doesn't trust anyone . If you want to attack him you need to do it using your brain . " he justified. I sighed in frustration . Biting down my lips harshly. This sly fox . I wish I could just rip off his throat right now . "Okay . What do you get ?" I asked. "This ." He said, handing me another file .

Albeit the fact that she wasn't really beaten up and is actually the other way around. Sighing, Raven pressed the correct number on the safety lock in her apartment. A soft rhythm echoed in the hallway, followed by a loud ding indicating that it was now unlocked. Raven closed the door behind her with a soft slam before pulling back the hood covering her face. Resulting in a small but sharp and attractive feature of a person to come into view. She has this cold look, with a tint of laziness but sharp eyes that makes her both unapproachable but sexy. Added by the visible cut on her lower lip, she exudes that dangerous aura that most young ladies in this era find extremely attractive. Even if

Two hours after Valerie woke up, she found herself sitting infront of the vanity while her maids working on her hair and makeup. Usually she would have told them not to bother as she doesn't like to wear makeup. But today she is too numb to open her mouth and tell them to leave her alone. She is wearing a black dress, the colour of the Raven's. She picked this colour for Raphael. She is missing him too much and the pain is unbearable. She is constantly touching the pendant around her neck.

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.”

“When we’ll be ready.” “Okay but-,” she was smiling devilishly. “But?” “Get me something nice from Italy.” “Okay, I’ll,” I rolled my eyes at her. Raven picked me late in the morning. He was serious throughout the drive. I was in black hoodie and black sweatpants. With a black mask. Raven instructed me to dress like that. I didn't know where we were heading to and I decided not to ask. As he was constantly on the phone. Talking about security and stuff like clearing the roads. It must be difficult to manage a celebrity’s work like a pro. Especially a celebrity like him. The scene I saw from his office’s window. That crowd. Those people were definitely crazy. I shrugged my shoulders at the th

It cracked me up because I wasn’t expecting that. This is MAGIC from his little Raven. Will love to have a Mini Raven soon.

A clear, aloof, and chilling crow's cry suddenly rang out from within the Heaven's light! A Raven, pitch-black as ink with blade-like wings, suddenly burst forth from the golden radiance behind Carl! The Raven was not large, only the size of an ordinary bird, yet its feathers were black as the abyss, while its eyes burned with golden flames born of the heavens themselves. When its wings spread, they carried golden wind blades that sliced through space. Without the slightest fear, it charged head-on toward the three three-meter-tall Zombie Puppets! One Raven against three puppets.

“That’s what the Men of the Shadows use to bind people. If they said it’s a debt to pay, then it’s them. It’s those men.” My eyes scanned the chaos. I knew it, felt it—they were watching. “If they’re responsible, we need to leave now,” Damon said sharply. “They have to be here somewhere,” I muttered. “Do you want to die here before finding them?” Damon snapped. “What matters is leaving before this place burns to the ground.” “I’ll find a way out,” Raven said as she stretched—and then morphed into a bird, taking off effortlessly. I froze for a second, seeing her shift for the first time, but forced myself to focus.

The sound of the deadbolt sliding back on our hotel room door was incredibly loud in the silence of the room. I froze, my hand dropping from my neck as the heavy oak door slowly swung inward, creaking on its rusted hinges. The gray light from the hallway spilled across the carpet, casting a long, distorted shadow into the room. A figure stepped through the threshold. She wasn't wearing tactical gear, and she wasn't bleeding from the head. Ravena stood in the doorway, her dark hair falling perfectly around her shoulders, wearing a simple black coat that looked entirely civilian. Her left arm, the one Rohan had snapped like a twig in the courtyard, was perfectly straight, hanging naturally at

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.