Raven
Lilith is circling me like a vulture. "Do you consider yourself strong enough to take on a demon?"
I narrow my eyes, focusing on her glowing hands. Her dark magic is oozing in the air and making my skin crawl. Lucy and I trained before we arrived, but I doubt I can defeat Lilith.
Still, I got to try since there isn't a knight in shining armor to save me. I gather energy, making fire take over my hands as I follow the amused demon with wary eyes.
"I've never tried fighting one before."
"Well," Lilith smiles. "You better win this battle, Raven, or I will cast darkness upon this entire world. Demons will reign, and humans will be our slaves. But don't worry—I send you a postcard after I've killed you."
I glare at the demon. "You talk too much."
"Oh, excuse me—I didn't realize you were waiting for the fucking party to begin!"
Lilith laughs and lunges at me. Her nails are long, and I try to step out of the way not to b
I took a break from this story to update, "Dear Enemy, You're My Mate" every single day last month. I'm also in the middle of moving places, so I'm quite busy, but during January I'm coming back with a new story. I'm hoping to finish Dear Enemy, and Magic Academy before next year. Thank you for reading and being patient with me. It means a lot!
Finale Lucy The day Raven died, I lost a part of myself. My heart shattered to pieces seeing her turn into ashes, and when the wind took her away from me, I learned the true meaning of grief. There wasn't a piece left of Raven to bury, and neither was there a piece of her to save, no clothes or necklace. Raven's grandmother kept her things, which in my opinion, she didn't deserve, considering the way she treated her granddaughter at the end, but who listens to a demon? The school agreed her grandmother could take everything, while I was left with only the memory of my fantastic mate. Life is unfair. "Earth to Lucy—aren't you going to join us for a toast?" I turn around, smiling faintly at Blake. The guy is like a fine wine, only turning more handsome as he grows older. Eighteen years have passed since Raven sacrificed herself, but Blake doesn't look old. My lips form a pout. I wish I had gotten to see Raven grow older.
Prologue Raven My eyes jumble awake, and I yawn loudly as my whole body stretches out in my bed. Then, oddly enough, my head bumps into something hard, and I lift my chin, staring into a pair of mesmerizing eyes. What. The. Actual. Fork. A sexy stranger gives me a lazy grin. His head is resting in his palm, giving wake to his round bicep holding him up. Ropes of corded muscles make me gap like a goldfish, and wondering how hard I hit my head. Is this heaven? "Good morning, beautiful," The man I'm staring at says; his voice is deep, rough, and incredibly sexy. I'm confident he can make a woman come undone by simply opening that darn mouth. "Did you sleep well?" I stop breathing, my throat already turning drier than the desert of Sahara. I'm confident I might suffer a heart attack. This man is drop-dead gorgeous. Honestly, he looks like a famous actor—definitely way older and grown-up than me. My heart drops to my stomach. "Uh… W
Raven My father is looking straight ahead, silently driving me to where my grandmother will pick me up and take me to my new school. Occasionally, he will throw me a glance of concern, but I'm working hard to ignore him by staring out through the window. "You know this is the right decision, even if it's hard..." I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Tears are clawing at the back of my eyes, yet I refuse to give in and cry. My father has repeatedly told me that leaving me at Magic Academy is the hardest decision he has ever made. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't born yesterday. My father is trying to get rid of me, dump the problem child onto someone else, and I can't blame him. There is magic coursing in my veins, yet I can't conjure the most simple of spells. I'm a complete failure. When I get angry, I make things explode or catch fire, and after having baked my old school, my father suffered a mental breakdown. He doesn't know how to handle me,
After seeing the giant wolf, I'm having trouble prying my eyes off the bushes in the area where I last saw the creature. Excitement is bubbling within me. It's highly unlike me, but I'm curious about my new school and the different species I will meet there. "Raven?" My father calls. "Is this normal?" Swiftly, I whirl around and tilt my head at the colorful sparkles appearing on the road ahead of us. And once applauds of people who aren't even here fills my ears, I roll my eyes. What an entrance… "Don't worry about the fireworks dad," I'm having trouble containing my laughter. My father looks terrified. "It's just grandmother making her appearance." With my arms planted firmly beneath my chest, I look at the tall woman who materializes out of nowhere. She is wearing a black witch hat and a dark green gown—most witches prefer to dress in modern clothes, but not my grandmother. "Raven!" My grandmother lifts her arms, and I smile when I see her w
"Raven, what is taking you so long?" My grandmother's voice got me picking up the mirror in a rush. Seeing my father frozen hurts me in a way I'm not ready for, so I lock my eyes on the ground while sprinting past him. "Sorry," I apologize with a grimace. "I was just shocked to see Lucy." Surprise flickers in my grandmother's eyes. "He let you call him Lucy?" I nod, and she smiles, satisfied with my answer. "Why don't you head inside the portal, dear? I will be right with you as soon as I'm finished here." "Okay..." I walk for the portal but stop myself from entering. "I wish you didn't have to take away his memories." "It's for his safety." "I know..." I mumble. My grandmother seems troubled, and I notice color draining from her face as she glances at my father. "Removing memories from someone you love is never easy, and if you aren't careful, those memories will come rushing towards you." My heart sque
As I walk up a set of stairs with blue banners hanging down from the ceiling, I have no way of knowing if this is the way to my room. My grandmother still hasn't popped up, and I think something important she needed to care for came up. I don't mind. I enjoy wandering around on my own, but this part of the school building is entirely different from where I bumped into Blake. They decorated this section everything in blue or white. I round a corner, almost bumping into a blonde girl that easily could be mistaken for an angel. The girl is gorgeous until she sneers at me, her eyes looking me up and down. "Watch where you are going!" She shouts in the most dramatic way possible. "And what are you wearing? If you are a student, you need to wear the color of your house. Aren't you sorted yet?" "Sorted?" I ask. Two other girls are glaring at me from behind the blonde girl, clearly her little minions. They all wear the same blue cheerleading clothes,
I follow my grandmother through a herd of whispering students. Then, finally, they let us pass by, backing away from our path. But that doesn't help calm down my nerves—everyone is gossiping about me already, wondering what my house will end up being. A girl flicks her long hair. "They must sort her into the house of fire, considering her powers." That's right. It will probably be the house of fire for me. A guy shakes his head at the girl. "No way! That would be too obvious—her house will be the water one!" Ugh. Please don't say that! The last thing I want is to become buddy-buddies with Daisy! "Well, it definitely can't be earth." A girl I don't know scowls at me before whispering to her friends. "She doesn't look like someone who values dedication." Ouch. Although true, that comment stung. "Raven!" My grandmother calls for me. She has stopped walking and is now standing before a mirror, holding up her hand as if meaning I sh
The journey to my room wasn't as eventful as I hoped it to be. Make no mistake. Hayden was kind and spoke the entire time, pointing at doors and telling what was behind them, classrooms and toilets and et cetera. Hayden was more than charming, but once we stood outside my door and he was politely telling me goodbye, I was too nervous. He patiently waited, silent, as if expecting me to thank him for showing me to my room, and I kind of ended up slamming my door into his face. Fuck me. Asking Hayden out isn't a possibility now! I flop down onto my new bed in defeat, arms, and legs akimbo."I'm such an idiot!" My grandmother has already summoned my stuff into my new room. I don't look to check if she forgot something. I'm too caught in self-pity. The mirror is shining next to my hand, and I lift myself to stare at Lucy. He appears to be sitting in a chair and dangling grapes into his waiting mouth—it seems there are different rooms in