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.”

I managed to ask, although the words came out so quietly that I wasn’t sure they’d heard me. The tallest man tilted his head, studying me for a moment before a small smile touched his mouth. There was something strange about the way he looked at me. It wasn’t the cold stare I’d expected from someone who had just walked into a warehouse and killed half the men inside it. His eyes seemed almost hungry, as though he’d been waiting to see me for a very long time. “The Ravens.” My stomach dropped. Ravens. I remembered the word immediately. The men who had kidnapped me had said it while they were filming me, but I hadn’t understood what they meant. I’d assumed it was the name of whoever they were

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.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

Mr kelvin said sternly "I second that" Mrs Woods said "Besides you aren't part of the Aragon's family or are you?" Mr Owen asked "And how do we know you didn't steal the company under your name or maybe, you did something fraudulent to get you on that seat which isn't yours to begin with." Mrs Ramirez said

With these words the two left and he was more pleased than ever to see his bedroom. Meanwhile the crow was still sitting in its place, had looked after the two. When these were out of sight, the crow looked at the stairs and croaked loudly again. The black bird stretched its feathers and pushed itself off the wall. But this time he wasn't alone. A whole swarm had gathered on the roof of the monastery wing while Godric went into the cellar. These flew into the sky, leaving only a handful of jet black feathers ... ****** Decus

"Welcome to hell with moss." The group began trekking toward the Winding River, boots crunching over brittle pine needles. The air was thick with fog, and eerie caws echoed from somewhere overhead. Falcon gasped. "Did you hear that? That bird just cursed at me in Ravenese." "That's a crow," DJ said flatly. "No, DJ, that was a death omen. That crow said, 'turn back, bitch,' and I, for one, think we should respect its wishes."

"And yes, it's going well." We hunted in companionable silence for a while. Marcus helped drive a large elk toward me, and I brought it down cleanly and efficiently. It was a good kill, yielding enough meat for a proper dinner. “I’m sure she appreciates your ability to provide.” I glared at him. “That’s the end of your teasing.” He smiled, but nodded. "Crowe's financial records are a mess. The taxes he's reporting are significantly lower than what should be collected based on the population. The revenue he's listing is half what it should be. And that’s being offset by the periodic purges and property seizures.”

A wolf howled in the distance, and my heart sank when I realized that it was Ragnar. I could tell by how sad the howl sounded that he had discovered my absence. “I’m sorry, Ragnar,” I said and sighed. “I had to pick what was best for me.” I glanced at the crow and saw it watching me closely. After a few seconds, it spread out its wings and prepared to fly. At the base of its wing, I saw the unmistakable emblem of the Nightclaw pack. It wasn’t just any ordinary forest bird; it was a crow from the southern kingdom, and the idea that it must’ve been following us because it was ordered to sent a chill down my spine, and I pulled them to my side.