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Safer away from the necromancer? From Raven? Never. That’s exactly where my loyalties lie. Fuck Basilica. Fuck Elevin. Fuck Silvercrest. My loyalty, my everything, it all rests with her and my brothers.
“I need him to know that you’re mine, that when I threatened his life, I meant it. I need him to know that I will protect you, no matter what, that you will find safety in me, in us, like you never found in them.”
“I’m thinking it might be a good idea for me to start working on my mirror magic,” I admit. “I don’t want to end the week with my whole head covered in black hair as I bring people back from the dead again and again, while ignoring the importance of the abilities that also come with it.”
Seriously ABOUT FUCKING TIME.
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“Why don’t we play with your mirror magic again?” Zane offers, trying to be the voice of reason. It just might be the only thing that could hold my attention in short bursts, but it still feels pointless. “I don’t know,” I mumble when he reaches for my hand.
I find it so fucking annoying that we’re in the third book and Raven is still so oblivious about her magic, with hardly any intent to change that fact. I get she’s worried about Creed right now, but every time a scenario comes up that her magic would likely be useful for, she completely fucking neglects it. I guarantee it will continue like this until the author decides Raven absolutely NEEDS to use her magic for plot armor and then all of the sudden Raven will excel at it, which is utter fucking bullshit. I’m so sick of FMC’s hardly pulling their weight in the overall plot only to then, at the moments when it’s truly needed, pull their shit together and save the world. She practiced her magic for what? An hour? Earlier — and now she’s just what? Ready to fucking go? I bet.
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There’s no one around. No one to give me a hint of the kind of situation I’ll be walking into. I almost think that’s purposeful, but I don’t believe Erikel’s that smart, either.
Erikel as in the man who infiltrated and took over the entire school without any sort of backlash and hardly any protest? And Raven doesn't find him smart? Raven as in the girl who has a super rare, powerful form of magic that she refuses to hone to any sort of useful degree aside from that which is pretty much instinctual? Perhaps she should be reevaluating her threshold for intelligence.
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So that’s his reasoning behind all of this? To gain control of the realm’s fighters? Maybe he’s smarter than I gave him credit for.
certainly fucking smarter than you Raven.
“No,” I blurt, staring at him as I prepare for the fight that’s about to come my way. “It wasn’t a question.” The smile on his face doesn’t falter. “And I’m not a puppet,” I retort, rolling my shoulders back as I glare. “Do you need me to hurt one of your men?” The smile slips just a little and I shake my head.
This little dynamic has grown tiresome already. Every single fucking time Erikel tells her to do something she defies him, he threathens her men, she complies. Every. Fucking. Time. I dont know why the author keeps bothering with this shit. Either write Raven to be defiant or compliant, but stop with the fucking pretense, it’s obnoxiously repetitive and became dull literally after the second time.
“How are you in my head right now, and how can you hear me?” I should be focusing on how close the warrior is getting, but I’m too stunned. “Because you’re getting stronger, Raven. But right now, what matters is doing what you have to do to stay safe.”
HOW THE FUCK IS SHE GETTING ANY STRONGER??? EXPLAIN IT TO ME. SHE PRACTICED FOR A GODDAMN HOUR AND ITS BEEN WEEKS SINCE SHE’S GAINED HER POWERS. This is so goddamn stupid. Book 3 has really botched this series for me.
“For now, you have to. Bide your time. His is running out.” “How?” “You’re more powerful than him. Once you realize that and hone your skills, you’ll see it too.”
Plot 👏🏻 fucking 👏🏻 armor 👏🏻 there’s nothing that can convince me that she’s actually more powerful, she’s spent the bare minimum of her efforts towards getting more powerful/understanding her capabilities better so this is just painfully absurd and I will be dnf’ing within the next 10% if we don’t get her training at all at this point. This plot has lost all of it’s believability and it’s just become “she’s the FMC so let’s make her powerful without any justification or effort.”
“Fuck, Creed. All I want to do is tell you three little words. I do, but my mouth doesn’t know how to form them and my head is still refusing. I want to utter them to you so badly, make you see how much I care for you, how little everything else matters.”
This is pretty much fucking saying it so what is the actual difference? How the fuck did Raven devolve so much as a character? The lack of emotional intelligence quite literally makes me want to fucking scream.
“All that matters to me is the four of you,” she murmurs, gaze still fixed on mine as she bounces slowly on my dick. “I want to be here for you. Just like you’re here for me.” I groan, my body tensing at her words in that sultry voice of hers as she melts all of my worries away. “I want you to trust that I’m not going anywhere, just like I trust in you. I want you to find comfort in me; whether that’s grunting swear words, crying in anger, or taking what you need, however you need it. But most of all, I want you to feel safe enough to be yourself with me.”
She can’t just fucking say “I love you” but she can spew out all of this? Make it make sense.
“No lessons today,” he states. It’s not a question, and I can’t think of a single reason to push back.
Of fucking course you cant.
Eldon is right. It may not have even been two whole weeks since Erikel stabbed Burton and exposed my magic, but it’s been long enough. I’m done sitting idly by.
* laughs in disbelief*
A knock to the head, the wind taken from my sails once more, and I’m flat out on the ground.
Honestly at what point will Raven become a force of her own. At what point will she become sick of this fucking bullshit and prepare herself better. She can hardly stand up against a bully like Genie, how could she possibly be equipped to deal with Erikel?
“I’m going to knock her the fuck out,” I grunt, tightening my hold on his hands and lifting up to a sitting position. “I’m sure you will, Dove. But unfortunately for you, someone beat you to it,” he explains, nodding to where I was standing a few minutes ago.
Yup. Seems about right. I am so comically fucking sick of Raven and I desperately wish authors would stop writing their FMCs to be “oh so powerful” without any merit. Raven is quite literally all talk.
When I find Creed crouched down over Genie’s unconscious body, I quickly realize it was none of my men. Blonde hair floats in the light breeze as icicles hang from Genie’s nose. Leila. Her eyes find mine as if sensing her name in my mind and her chin quickly dips, her cheeks heating as she tucks a loose tendril of hair behind her ear.
I wish Leila was the FMC of this series. We love a soft-hearted bad ass who takes action.
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“I’ve been researching the stone they were talking about yesterday.” “When?” Creed asks, brows furrowing. “I’ve been up since four and at the library since shortly after.” “You’ve been awake, researching, since before the sun came up?” Brax clarifies, a mixture of uncertainty and disbelief in his eyes. “Yes,” Leila replies with a nod, rocking back on her heels as Brax flicks through the pages.
A woman after my own heart. You mean to tell me that Leila not only isn’t afraid to step the fuck up and hand out punishment but ALSO actively contributes to LEARNING MORE and FIXING SHIT??? Somebody explain to me why Leila isn’t the fucking FMC!!!!!
“I can do some more research, Brax. I can’t make decisions for us.” She turns to face me head on, nodding as she exhales slowly. “I trust that to be your role.”
No. No. NO. Raven has been essentially useless aside from LETTING HERSELF be pushed around by Erikel like some sort of fucking puppet and using the magic that only comes instinctually to her. Why the FUCK should she be the one making the decisions? Because she’s apparently powerful? Bullshit.
I pull the book on magical artifacts from my bag, waving it in the air for a second. It’s practically been burning a hole in my backpack and I’m desperate as hell to understand everything in here, even more desperate than I am to understand why Leila went hunting for it to begin with.
... because Leila isn’t comfortable sitting around twidling her fucking thumbs while complaining about everything that’s going on and is instead the ONLY proactive character in the fucking book?? What the fuck??
My gaze narrows on him. I think I take back every positive thing I said about his encouragement and praise. It’s starting to drive me insane. It stops me from backing out and quitting, and as much as I need it, I don’t want it. I want to give up like a baby, maybe even throw a tantrum, but I know he won’t let me get away with that.
Holy fuck I’m disliking her more and more.
What I want to do is curl up into a ball under a thick duvet and snuggle the night away, but me and my bright ideas have us getting ready for the damn party.
wait wait wait… is Raven actually fucking taking the credit for Leila’s idea now? HOLY FUCK. I HATE HER.
Fuck, if I don’t calm down, I’ll be the one running my loose lips to the enemy just to get a rise out of my men for leaving me so needy. I’m my own worst enemy. I know it, but I can’t help it.
Seriously what the fuck. Nobody fucking NEEDS an orgasm this badly, especially somebody with four boyfriends who already gets one at least once a fucking day. It’s like she can’t even pretend to care about the goddamn situation that they are in. It’s becoming absolutely pathetic.
“She needs a distraction. Otherwise, none of us will get any intel from this fucking party, and that’s the only reason we’re here,” Brax grunts, but I don’t miss the fact that he’s rearranging his jeans at the same time as putting all the blame on me. Fucker. “Maybe I should be distracted by your cock in my mouth. Put us both out of our misery. Do you want me to take care of that now?” I ask, cocking a brow at him as I stroke my hand over his tight jeans, the bulge of his thick dick obvious.
I am a big fan of smut but honestly I’m over this. Why has the central conflict to the plot taken such a backseat? Why does Raven not give a fuck about anything besides getting fucked? I’m skimming the rest of this book.
“I don’t know, Shadow, but we’ll figure out a way to do it,” Brax promises, rubbing at the back of his neck. Shit. I know things aren’t looking good if it’s Brax who’s the one doing the consoling. “On top of everything else?” Raven adds, throwing her hands out in frustration. “This is too much for one fucking realm, nevermind one group of people.” “One person.” Creed leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees as he looks at our girl. “Huh?” Raven looks at him, clearly confused, but I understand exactly what he’s saying. “The person who has the power to face all of this is you, Dove,” I
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I am so fucking sick of this. They literally haven’t figured out ANYTHING in this book and that means they haven’t fucking done ANYTHING either. This fucking book is pretty much just sex. Fuck the plot, it no longer exists in any sort of meaningful way and hasn’t moved forward even a single goddamn step.
You have magic, Raven. Learn to fucking use it.
FUCKING SERIOUSLY THOUGH. WHEN WILL SHE START PRIORITIZING THIS. I AM SO FUCKING ANNOYED WITH HER.
The fact that Erikel’s men are so blindly led also baffles me. Maybe it’s who I am—the need for all of the information and my obsession with control—I can’t understand how people wouldn’t want those things too.
What in the actual fuck? You mean like you and your men have been blindly led this entire fucking time? Or what about how you claim you “need answers” but do the absolute BARE MINIMUM to actually obtain them. Holy fucking shit I have started to absolutely hate this series. I’m so sick of getting through multiple books that are good or decent, only for it to entirely go to shit. Such a goddamn waste of time.
“Did you do this?” I snarl, not caring if Fitch sees or not. My attention is solely fixed on Leila. She shakes her head, confusion warring in her eyes, but I’m not falling for that bullshit now. She’s clearly too good of an actor for me and I won’t fall for it anymore. “Raven, what are you talking about?” she asks, lifting her hands to my chest as I grab her other arm too. My nails dig into her arms but she doesn’t flinch. “The Monarchy. I want to hear you say it. Tell me. Was. It. You?” She pushes against my chest and I release my hold on her as she frowns at me with what almost looks like
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If Leila had no part in this, I truly fucking hope she will no longer be friends with Raven after this because genuinely Raven didn’t even get her the benefit of the doubt for a single second. I love Leila, she deserves so much better than Raven as a friend and this just reaffirms how much I absolutely fucking hate Raven as the FMC.
Gaping in horror at his retreating form, I’m certain I’m going to pass out as I slowly spin around to face Creed again, who remains in the exact same position he was in a moment earlier. Creed gave them the information. Creed did. When? How? Fuck.
GO FUCKING FUCK YOURSELF RAVEN YOU STUPID FUCKING IMBECILE. I HOPE LEILA STAYS THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER AFTER THIS. LEILA DESERVES SO MUCH FUCKING BETTER THAN THIS STUPID PIECE OF SHIT.
Clambering to my feet, I turn to face her. “Leila, I—” “Don’t apologize, Raven. I understand. I do. But I would never. Not unless someone was able to do to me what they did to Creed. But from a young age, my father taught me how to block people from my mind,” she explains, reaching out to stroke her hand down my arm.
You’ve honestly got to be fucking kidding me. Raven literally got fucking physical with Leila over something SHE DIDN’T EVEN DO and Leila is just going to what? Accept it and move on? Couldn’t be me. She deserves SO MUCH BETTER.
Fuck, she shouldn’t be comforting me right now. Not when I’ve been a total bitch. I also need to add it to my immediate to-do list to know how to block people from my mind too. We all do. “I’m sorry.” She gives me a pointed look for uttering the words she told me not to say, but fuck, she deserves more than that. Especially since the real reason they know is because of Creed, and I’m not getting mad at him like I was at her.
No shit.
A scream tears from Genie’s lips as she slumps to the floor, breathless. The wisp of magic extends before curling into a ball in my open palm, and I gape at it, trying to understand what the fuck just happened.
And that’s the issue with writing a character to be “oh so powerful” without actually explaining any of it or even having her train to become powerful. It all just falls entirely flat and feels so much more like pure luck than actual skill. It’s not interesting to read about.
“You can’t just leave it floating in your hand, Dove. You need to destroy it or connect with it.” “You mean take it,” I repeat, staring at the pale gray color in my hand. “Yeah, basically.” Fuck. “Well, I don’t want it.” That’s for certain. Why would I want her magic as well as my own? No. Fucking. Way. “Then you have to destroy it,” Creed murmurs, and I shake my head in disbelief. “Yeah, but how the fuck do I do that?”
I hate her. She’s so unbelievably moronic.
“But Genie was right. That was like what the stone can do. I… I don’t have the ability to do that.” Even as I say it, I know I’m wrong. I know everything has changed once again, and I’ve revealed another strength, but it somehow feels like a weakness.
IT FEELS LIKE A WEAKNESS BECAUSE YOU KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT IT AND HAVE DONE NOTHING TO CHANGE YOUR LACK OF KNOWLEDGE EITHER. HOLY FUCKING SHIT I WANT TO FUCKING SCREAM WHY AM I STILL READING THIS STUPID FUCKING BOOK AND WHY DID IT HAVE TO GET SO BAD IN THE THIRD GODDAMN INSTALLMENT OF THE SERIES. SUCH A FUCKING WASTE OF MY TIME.
Writing this book made me it’s bitch. The words were pouring from me in the most cluster-fuck way ever! To the point where my editor kindly said, for fucks sake KC give them something other than pain and misery haha
So instead of giving us something substantial you instead give us a bunch of inappropriately timed sex?
