Raven Blood: Awakened in the Dead of Night

By Marcel Weyers

Seventeen-year-old Abigail Willows – accredited freak and outcast – has no company for prom night, hardly any friends, and to crown it all Julie wants to hook her up. But Abigail’s thoughts are with her late parents; she likes to spend her time at the cemetery. Little does she know that she has the rare gift to travel through time. When she meets the mysterious Corvus Raven, she does not anticipate what she has put into motion. An unforgettable romance with a supernatural being? Wrong! Witches, time travelers, and a dark raven figure – just what did Abigail get into?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Oct 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9783736895102

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Raven Blood – Awakened in the Dead of Night

by Marcel Weyers

Volume 1 of the Raven-Saga

eBook, published in August 2014

Copyright © Marcel Weyers, 2014

www.marcel-weyers.de

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Editors:

Jeska Brendt J. Belonio, Professional Content

Cover art:

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Cover design:

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The characters and incidents portrayed in this book are the product of the author’s imagination or have been fictionalized. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.

Marcel Weyers is an author, translator, editor, and video game developer. In 2011, his debut novel Shadows was released, which was the start of a trilogy.

For various video game developers, he translated free and commercial video games into German, including visual novels. His video game series Sleepless Night was translated into more than 10 languages. For more information, please visit the Raven-Saga on Facebook or www.marcel-weyers.de.

Also by Marcel Weyers:

The Shadow Trilogy

Shadows

Shadow Chasers

Shadow Land

Depths of Forever

Prologue

Salem, Massachusetts

Times have changed quite a lot. The 21st century will certainly not become my most favorite era, although the technical achievements do have their perks. This night is relatively quiet. Every now and then, a car drives along the streets beneath me. I may not have the best view up here on the roof of this old church, but it suffices. The light of the moon mixes with that of the streetlights, and becomes a poisonous yellow. I liked this town better in the 17th century, but I better get used to it. After all, I’ll have to spend some years in this one.

One advantage of immortality? You get to know many incredible people from every epoch. The disadvantage? Eventually, everyone will be dead.

Thus, I broke loose of cultivating contact with humans. As amusing as they might be, all of them are fugacious. Smirking, I stretch out my wings, and let myself fall from the rooftop.

Tonight, however, everything changes. I had almost given up with my search. One might have guessed that one day I would meet one of them here in Salem – this town is cursed, in sooth. I see the tiny, black shock of hair beneath me.

A trained eye would recognize her immediately, and I, who have been dealing with those beings all my life, have no doubt. Yes, it is her, indeed. The first witch after more than three hundred years.

Chapter 1: Death Becomes Her

A few weeks later.

Look out, there’s the freak. That is the usual greeting when I walk through the school hallway. I ignore my fellow classmates as usual, and angrily close my locker with a thud, while my best friend still follows me.

Come on, Abi, she begs, you won’t even have to kiss him. Julie can be so stubborn, but this time I won’t back down.

That’s not even up for discussion. I don’t even know him, I defend.

Things can always change, she sings in a ridiculous voice. Julie asked me to accompany her cousin to prom night. I’ve only met him a few times, although Julie and I have been friends for years. Usually, I’d do her that favor, but when it comes to boys, warning bells ring in my head.

Listen, Julie. I’m sure Eric is a great guy, but …

Marc. His name is Marc. She lifts both eyebrows, and I roll my eyes exaggeratedly.

See, I don’t even know his name. That alone should be reason enough not to go to prom with him.

Abigail, I’m only thinking of you in this matter! I don’t want you to have to show up alone for prom.

I sigh melodramatically, and head for the school exit without giving her any more attention.

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