Crooked Crows Novels & Stories

Dex chuckles, "I definitely love my decoration. I was hoping you would love it a bit more. " I glare at him. "It isn't funny. " "What isn't funny is him trying what he did. I seriously don't get you, Ara. This is more than just me getting into trouble. You feel bad for him, don't you?" I lower my head, removing my gaze from his. "I just didn't want you to go to the extreme. Two wrongs don't make a right. " "Not in this case, baby. And he let himself take the hit. He knows himself that he deserves it. "

Etched along their length, delicate and vicious, were runes I recognized without being able to read: Lunaris script, twisted into containment. My lungs tightened. “You’re not the first Lunaris descendant I’ve had to manage,” Crowe said conversationally. “Far from it. The early ones were… messy. We lost men. We lost facilities. But we learned. We invested.” He lifted one shackle from its cradle. It was heavier than it looked. He held it up, admiring the etching. “Do you know what this is?” he asked. “A fashion statement,” I said, because my mouth didn’t know how to stop. “Bit heavy for summer.”

The harsh calls cut through the night like a warning, and my wolf immediately went on alert. Communicating with Crows were one of my rare gifts. Unlike most birds, Crows were selective of whom the associate with and it took me a few trials to get them to trust me and since then, they’ve proven their worth. They were excellent scouts and rarely made noise unless there was genuine danger. The fact that they were calling now, in the middle of the night, set every instinctive alarm bell ringing. I waded quickly to the edge of the stream and grabbed my clothes, pulling them on with shaking hands. As I tugged my shirt over my head, I caught sight of movement on the hill across from me. Six silhoue

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

I got out of my car in front of the bar, the sign said ‘déjà vu’ and I half wondered how many memories it had. It was exactly the kind of place I expected to see a vampire. Smoky lights, strippers and people who wouldn’t remember your face the next day. The vampire, a man was supposed to be wearing a gray jacket and as I looked around the people there, I saw how vague that description was. Half of the men were wearing jackets and most of the jackets were gray.

“I won't let these mongrels steal a chance at real happiness.” Warren spun and spread the wings, the adlets spread out on instinct, Warren gutted two more and raced to the second mounted leader. Heavy gunfire and smoke hailed the coming of the Scald Crow, “Did somebody order back up?” Jack's disembodied voice shouted. The adlets tripped over themselves to get away, and several hurled spears only to have them clatter against the Scald Crows Superior armor. The heavy guns roared until the furry invaders were out of sight.