Crow Mary--a Novel Novels & Stories

I bite down on my lip until I taste blood, until the pain grounds me, pulls me back from the edge of whatever madness is clawing at the edges of my mind. You're not his, I remind myself. You were never his. The bond is severed. He chose her. He married her. He— He bared his fangs at her. Because she was coming for me. I squeeze my eyes shut and press my palms against the floor. The straw scratches my skin. The cold seeps into my bones. Every bruise on my body throbs in rhythm with my heartbeat, a cruel, persistent drum that reminds me I'm still alive. Still here.

The moment Moxie and Jay fell into position, they were flanked on all sides as spectators to their arrival closed in for a closer look. Mj knelt down and attempted to lower herself down from the craft when a pair of identical, heavily bearded men jostled to position in front of her. Moxie’s arm shot out and his half shifted hand tore the shift of one twin as he snatched a hold of his shirt, “no Marco,” the hunter growled and as his twin began to advance on the boat Jay’s fist landed in the center of his massive chest, holding the broad man at bay. Although he did not try to push past her brother, Mj watched as the wolf more or less ignored Jay and looked her straight in the eye and spoke whi

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She had been ignoring it, dismissing the pull because she couldn't afford a mate when she hadn't achieved half of her plans but her wolf kept calling out for him, for Rune; her mate. No. With those thoughts in mind, Revna gave up and passed out cold on the floor in the middle of the hallway. ~ When Revna opened her, she found herself surrounded by unfamiliarity and the air around her was thick with her arousal and her mate. Shit! She exclaimed and jerked up to a sitting position but grunted when another heat wave hit her. “Here, have some water.” A glass of water was shoved to her face and slowly she traced the hand back to meet the golden eyes of Rune hidden behind a pair of glasses. “Mate.

Fortunately, after a few steps, her past memories gradually guide her to the familiar path home. The hustle and bustle of the city Merchants, with their voices resonating through the air, energetically and enthusiastically promote and sell their various goods and products, while the vibrant and lively atmosphere is filled with the joyful sounds of children gleefully running, chasing one another, and engaging in playful activities. The atmosphere, which is both mundane and lively, has a calming effect on Elinor, who had previously been experiencing a state of tension. She finally feels the reality of her rebirth, no longer engulfed in the confusion she had felt in the presence of Arthur and W

My words were low, eyes sneaking a glance at Cameron who still appeared uninterested at whatever was going on behind him. “I’m guessing it’s the young man beside you” The voice of the lady followed, with eyes staring on at Cameron. Whenever she smiled, you would see a wrinkle pull at her eyes, but believe me, it was every delight beholding that. “Yes” I affirmed, giving a nod. “I am Martha” She had pulled out a hand for shake, eyes beaming on. “And this is my husband, Marcellus” She pointed to the figure next to her. A man with grey hair filling every bit of his head, and a beard that trailed all the way to his neck.

The lycans and panthers also shift, joining the battle. Somewhere in the growing mess of blood, pulverized snow, and constantly shifting shadow, I feel a presence. I look up, straining my eyes past the fighting. And I see someone in the dark. The woman from my vision stands silently at the top of the cave entrance, perfectly framed by the unnaturally dying light. She is breathtaking—ethereal and hauntingly beautiful. Her cold, deep eyes lock onto mine across the swirling battlefield. She smiles. A slow, knowing smile that bypasses my skin and sinks straight into my spine, chilling me to the core. It’s a smile of superior acknowledgment.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

Being a werewolf, Clara was much stronger than Ella, and so she managed to carry her. They came across a park on their way to the mansion, and Clara decided to sit on the bench for a while. Ella sat beside Clara. The fresh, balmy morning air made them feel refreshed. Ella finally felt a little rejuvenated. She was suffocated due to the smell of the bones and skeletons in the prison cell.

The scent of blood was thick in the air long before we even reached the borders of Crimson Bridge, carrying on mountain winds that seemed to whisper of horrors. The metallic tang mixed with smoke and something else rotten and wrong that made my wolf recoil instinctively. The once-thriving pack territory lay in absolute ruin beneath a moon veiled in crimson clouds that seemed to weep tears of light across the devastation below. I tightened my grip on Kai's muscled arm as we stepped carefully into the aftermath, each footfall revealing new horrors that would haunt my dreams for years to come.