Все главы The Reaver Chronicles: Raziel (Book 1): Глава 11 - Глава 20

~(Raziel) "Anthony, what do you have to report?" I asked curiously.  Anthony was my second in command. He was tall and muscular like any Reaver. He sported dark hair, dark bronze eyes, and a straight expression almost always. He had a crescent moon tattooed on the right side of his face with vines going down his neck. He handled all my dirty work, the cleanup, the reports. He did literally anything and everything I asked with complete obedience. Absolutely no questions asked and this is why I keep him around. Reavers did not run or live in packs like the Wolves did. We were more solitary keeping to our small Covens of 13 or less and just branching off from there. I, however, ran 23 Covens. Much of those Covens are intertwined together, living in the same areas. We inhabited more areas than I think anyone realized. With our sheer numbers and our multitude of powers, we really had no enemies worthwhile. I have a title, High Priest. The High Priests do not report to anyone h

~(Rayne) We train four times a week Monday through Thursday, every morning for 4 hours. It was rigorous training. Alpha Drake shows no mercy, and we were expected to do the same. The only reason I knew how to fight and protect myself the way I did, was because of him and the training he makes us complete. He pairs us off with different members of the pack to gauge and strengthen our skills. We normally never fought the same person twice within the week. We had enough pack members to be able to accommodate that. So basically, we just kicked a new person's ass every day. As much as I loathed Alpha Drake, he definitely knew what he was doing. Today, I was paired off with Roman. Strange that I had never once fought him before, or even seen him, now that I think about it. It made me wonder if he was new to our pack? Or have I just not noticed him until now? To be honest, I never noticed anyone. I kept to myself in fear that my Demon would do something. His track record w

~(Raziel) Anthony brought me a whole stack of books, everything that he could find, every piece of literature known to the Underworld about dreamwalking. I had spent hours pouring over every book, committing everything I read to memory. I didn't want to miss a single thing. There had to be a way I could help Rayne. I was already so exhausted after the day I had endured. That, and all of this reading on top of it, had me fighting to stay awake. I swear I only closed my eyes one time and the next thing I know I'm dreamwalking. This was nothing new to a Reaver though, no big deal. I'm dreamwalking my own dream. Perfect, I could use this time to study more while my body rested. I was in my room where I had originally fallen asleep, when I heard a noise. How could there be something unexpected here? I control my own dreams... I wanted to let it play out, so I stepped just behind the drapes as Rayne walked into my room. I was so surprised to see her, my heart skipped

I took one last look at myself in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance. I had found the most perfect dress for tonight. It was solid gold and shimmered in the light with a set of black chains hanging off the single shoulder. I decided even though it was scarily close to the dress from my dream, it was not the same color so it would suffice. Plus, I really liked that whole one shoulder thing. It was shorter than I intended, but it fit well, accentuating my curves. I paired it with some gold 6 inch heels. They had black and gold straps that went up over my ankle, also very similar to my dream. My hair fell to my waist in waves. I decided it was time for a new style. Plus I really liked my hair in that dream, so why not? Gold eyeshadow adorned my eyelids, with black in the creases, and black mascara to match. On my lips was a glitter gold gloss. Not too overpowering, just enough to show a hint of glitter in the right lighting. I felt bangin’ hot and ready to go. Wynter let out

~(Rayne) My blood was boiling, how could Alpha Drake expect me to want anything to do with him after how he's always acted towards me? His hand against my throat, my back against the wall, such a familiar position we always found ourselves in. He was unpredictable, and I guess this is what made him so terrifying. He couldn't keep his temper under control, in turn causing his Wolf to lose it. And he couldn’t control his Wolf either. To say he was hot headed was an understatement. His temper just didn't mesh well with my newfound cockiness towards him, thanks to my Demon. "You will not talk back to me again." The venom in his voice was oozing as he enunciated every word. I was fucking raging at this point, and I just lost it. I wasn't even sure what I was doing but it was like my hand knew exactly what to do. "I will do whatever I choose." I spat, and as if instinct took over, I slammed my hand into the middle of his chest. Alpha Drake then went flying into the adjace