The Raven Method Romane & Geschichten

Cassidy waved me over, moving her bag so I could sit. I chuckled and nodded as I took the seat next to her. “Hi. I’m Riko Shiraishi,” I introduced myself. “I know. We have 3rd-period art class together,” she smiled. “I’m Cassidy Summers,” she added, offering her hand. I nodded and shook her hand. “Sorry I didn’t recognize you,” I sighed. “Not a problem. I remember my first day at Ravenwood. Its hell being the new kid,” she assured. “When did you transfer to Ravenwood?” I asked. “A couple of years ago. Things never change in how they treat the new kids, well how they treat the new girls,” she frowned.

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 .

He spoke quietly. It seemed that, unlike Arden, he knew how to keep his anger on a leash. Yet my heart raced wildly against my chest because of what I heard. If this involved my mother and me, did that mean these people had a hidden motive? or Mr. Ravenchi?

even if one of those wolves was supposed to be mine. Raven stood in the centre of it all, her red curls cascading like a waterfall down her back, a silver thread woven through every lock. Her dress was nothing short of ethereal, a masterpiece of moon lace and frost-spun silk, with a bodice that glittered like starlight and a flowing train kissed by ancient runes. She looked powerful. Beautiful. Untouchable. And Declan... gods.

She nodded vigorously, “Lots of ravens, they are there in their numbers I see them and I wake up” Edgar was still in shock, “That is very weird. Ravens signify a higher realm of magic…” She sat upright. “In the old stories, the ravens have been known as the first creatures of magic. The goddess of old had taken a liking to them and had made them powerful”, he continued, “They even have the power to destroy every other magical races…” She furrowed her brows, “That is deep, so you are saying…” “If you are sure you saw ravens then you might possess the power of these ancient magical creatures”, he cut in, “However the stories of old that have been told of people who saw one raven in their dream

Raven nods in response, as she continues to focus on Dagon's movements. "You really think you can beat me? I won't deny you're a good warrior and have skill, but you aren’t good enough." Dagon lunges right, making Raven move left, directly into the path of his sword. My mates and I all scream when his sword stabs right into Raven's torso, and effortlessly through her armor.

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.

The air in the cavern, Conan’s hideout; was heavy with the scent of damp stone and burning torches. Raven sat at the end of the war table alone, her fingers brushing the edges of the map laid out before her. The symbols seemed to dance under the flickering light, their meanings almost close yet frustratingly difficult to grasp. Her mind replaying Conan’s annoying words: “You’d better hope you do. Because if you don’t, Raven; you’ll wish I’d abandoned you instead.”

Time was running out… "Right to the point. I like that about you. Well, all you have to do is give me your left hand and agree to be my link" Raven explained simply taking slow steps to close the gap between them. "Link? What the hell is that?" She questioned. Raven stepped closer