Crow Deadman Wonderland Novels & Stories

Gus jumping last at the back of the truck “I thought you are going to train us?” “That’s right Zac, but not here. You’ll see.” The truck moved on, his mom, joe, and Damon in the front, while the rest of them sat at the back, Zac only wonders where they are going. ----------------------------- Randell looked down at the lifeless bodies at his feet. He found one cabin deep in the woods in the outskirts of Crowsdale, how convenient for him. Two people were living there, a boy in his teens and his father, he killed them instantly. The two were enjoying their lunch of chicken and a bowl of vegetables while watching TV, their door burst open, Randell Stepped inside, father and son were surprised s

Everyone was silent as they digested everything they had heard. After a while, Cian asked, "Do you think that snake man we saw back in the coffin was Wonder?" Rozi shook her head. "It's hard to tell. This drawing says Wonder disappeared after his blood became part of the Celestial Lake. His disappearance may have very well been his death, which means the body at the palace wasn't him." "There's even a chance that Wonder is still alive," Adrian added.

I muttered and stood about to go to my tent, but something caught my eye. The bandage that was visible from under his shirt "What is this?" I pointed at her suspiciously so that his lips were tight. "I woke up, and my back was bluish, maybe allergic to something." I felt as if my heart left its place and fell, fell to the ground. The panic I'm feeling is unnatural; it wasn't a nightmare, everything was real. Are werewolves real? ... I was wearing headphones and sitting near our group. This time I didn't walk away; I was still terrified!

“Mary, do you think it appropriate to skull the living because of the lack of understanding?” The woman shook her head, as she glared at the man who had spoken to her. “I don’t care about the circumstances James, but things need to be known.” She raised her finger towards Ava. “She needs to know how much of a danger she is to come.” Next to Ava, she felt another presence making their way towards her. She turned and saw a Native man, who came and leaned next to her. “Spirit Walker, a dark dragon has just entered the area.” He pointed towards the area behind him. “Coming this way.”

Instead, I folded my hands in my lap and stared out the window, trying to stay calm even as anxiety twisted in my stomach. An hour later, the familiar road to Blackthorn camping grounds disappeared behind us. Tall, ancient trees closed in — darker, thicker, older than they should be. My heart jolted. “Um… guys? This is Winchester Forest,” I said, voice rising with panic. “We’re not supposed to be here. My mom warned me specifically. People disappear—” Marcus laughed loudly from the driver’s seat. “Holy shit, you actually believe that folklore crap? Missing people? Probably just idiots who got lost or ran off with their side pieces.”

The moon overhead bore witness to her internal struggle, casting a silvery glow on the solitary figure lost in the depths of despair. In the stillness of the night, Carla's mind played a haunting reel of memories—a montage of moments that had led her to this desolate place. She saw the faces of her parents, their lives extinguished in the chaos of the werewolf attack. She saw the allies who had fought by her side, now lying still in the aftermath of the battle. And, in the recesses of her mind, the specter of Andrew loomed large, his eyes now free from the enchantment that had bound him to her will.

“Humans, and also werewolves, demons, angels.” Yeah right. He had already shot himself in the foot and he knew it. I glanced at Bradley whose eyes were fixed on my face. It was creepy but I chose not to let that distract me from the most important issue at the time. “Are there werewolves in this town, Mr. Morgenstern?” “What are you talking about? Are you sure you didn’t get hit on the head. I heard you ran out of the forest like a mad woman.” I heard a chuckle from Bradley.

I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence. We headed out of the city and drove deep into the Rocky Mountains until we were at the gates of the werewolf compound. The guards quickly opened the gate to let us in and we drove for another half an hour down the road, passing houses and businesses until we got to the pack house. Crimson Fangs Pack was one of the largest packs in North America, and one of the most feared. Their bloodline was old, dating back to when wolves were first created. We pulled up outside of a large mansion, guards armed wi

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

She wondered if she just laid here forever if eventually the earth would reclaim her and the moon goddess would welcome her soul into the moon's light. Her vision blurred as she opened her eyes again, but Chloe managed to focus on the naked tree branches above her right before a terrifying face filled her vision. The sight of bloodshot brown eyes and ratty looking beard had the blonde's breath sticking in her throat and her eyes widening in horror. She tried to get away from the putrid smell of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke but giant hands grabbed her in a vice like grip before hauling up. "What do we have here?" The man sneered. "You should be more careful when shooting a rifle. You nev