Crooked Crows Novels & Stories

“You’re such a good little slut for me now.” I was close again, riding him faster, losing myself in the stretch and the heat and the way he filled me so perfectly. His dirty words pushed me closer. “That’s it, Kara. Cream all over your brother’s cock…” The front door suddenly unlocked with a loud click. We both froze. I was balls-deep on him, dripping down his shaft, right on the edge of coming. Damon’s hand tightened on my hip. Footsteps. Keys jingling. A vacuum starting in the foyer.

Slowing to come beside him, he reached out and nudged Grub’s thick forearm with his knuckles, “Hey Grub, you all good?” Grub seemed to jolt at the contact, and he instinctively reached into his sleeve he kept his dagger and slid it free. Once his eyes came back into focus, Rex could see he recognised him, and the man visibly relaxed, Rex could see Dilo and Kealy also noticed Grub’s reaction and stood ready to act standing close behind him. “Grub is sorry, bone god has many crows here, and they all looking down on Grub. I not liking this place,” Grub said, looking at the multitude of crows that mulled around the rooftops.

Ravi didn't care about their past, but such disrespect was unacceptable. Thunderous laughter erupted from Adrian. He advanced closer to Ravi, who refused to divert his gaze from the intense eyes of the silver-haired man. Adrian's wings spread wide, failing to intimidate Ravi into fear. Instead, Ravi stepped forward and growled, "You better do what you want soon; I'm truly disgusted by looking at you."

I muttered to my self "This people are so unbelievable,I'm having headache just by thinking about them, is this an introduction or back biting? "

Khloe asked surprised. "What if we get lost in the fog, I can't see in a fog and not this thick fog," she added crossing her arms around herself. "You won't get lost," Marek held her and pull her with him towards the thick fog. At first, it was quiet but the more they advance towards the unusual energy of that cave, they started hearing the sounds of a crow. crow are considered ominous creatures, they are seen as carriers of death. "Do you hear that?" Khloe asked.

The crow worked fast, driven by the blood that stirred in its veins, feeling the might of a God who they had silently thought of but never served. The crematorium was a place often watched by beady eyes, never finding titbits of flesh but enjoying what people did drop. Seeds from plants, crumbs from foods, often couple with the scent from the burners which their sensitive nostrils could pick up. The raised mounds with plain wooden markers haphazardly stabbed into them, indicated the latest residents. Unable to have anything more ornate until the ground had settled over their final bed. Without the aid of amulets, their renewed life would be short, but Am-Heh hoped it would be enough to have

She turned and run in the direction of her room. ''You are grounded!'' Gore yelled after her. ''Aren't I always?'' Harlow yelled back. As soon as Gore’s scent faded from the house, Harlow cast a spell so she could call a murder of crows to her. Not long after, seven crows came flying into her room to settle on the footboard. They all made cawing sounds before speaking in her mind. ’’We are here to do your bid, just give us the command and we will get the task done.’’ They all spoke at once. ’’We take payments in peanuts and earth worms.’’

“What is it?” “Is, Is that's his balls?” Isaiah stuttered. “You cut a man's balls off?” “Yes,” I deadpanned, unremorseful. “He deserved it.” “What did he do?” I raised my brows up, wondering how fast it would take for him to get it. His eyes widened slightly abiyt three minutes later and he gave an involuntary jerk. “Fuck no.” “That is why we brought you here,” Achilles clippid his shoulder. “We need to now more about this men. They called themselves the crows.”

“I simply let go—before they dragged me down with them.” After the call, I watered a white rose just beginning to bloom. My assistant approached. He was newly hired—young, composed, sharp-eyed. White shirt, clean lines, steady hands. He offered me a cup of hand-brewed Blue Mountain coffee. “Director Collins.” I took it. Rich. Bitter. Clean. He glanced at the roses. “They’re thriving,” he said quietly. “Because they’re cared for properly.” His eyes met mine—clear, unassuming.

Went quiet. A knock broke his train of thought. Ciel. “My lord,” Ciel said quietly, stepping inside and placing a black folder on the desk. “Our forces have taken the Iron Ridge mine from the Crow faction.” Killian looked up, surprised. The Iron Ridge mine was the core of the Crows’ wealth. His late brother had spent five years trying to break its defenses and failed. “How?” Killian asked. “Pure luck, boss,” Ciel replied. “A sudden rockslide cracked their main vault wall. Our scouts rushed in before their men could react. The Crows were simply unlucky.”