Dire Crowley Novels & Stories

Zhi uttered angrily clutching the remaining person's collar, planning to strangle him. "Who are you? Do you want to fight? Huh?" the center guy stated. Seeing the color of the clock they are wearing, they snickered, "So, you lads are in the east house? You're also so aggravated which means that weakling was your teammates, heh~"

The marble floors that usually shone like perfect mirrors were muddy now, covered with dirt and something darker that made my stomach turn. The great hall erupted with overwhelming noise as I pushed through the crowd of adults. Everyone was here—every single pack member, every warrior, all pressing forward desperately to see something I could not quite reach. Then I finally saw what was causing all the chaos. Papa knelt in the center of the room, his strong hands tied cruelly behind his back. Blood dripped steadily from his split lip, staining his torn shirt. His eyes found mine across the chaos, and the fear I saw there stopped my heart cold in my chest.

One hour after closing , IK wasn’t back yet. Florence was beside herself with worry. She couldn’t keep herself calm as she paced the small confines of her roadside shop. Florence rubbed one sweaty palm nervously against the other as her eyes remained glued to the road, scanning every commercial bus that rolled by for her son. He should be back by now!

Mom asked awkwardly. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Vera,” Crow greeted politely, with a slight bow. “Sorry for interrupting, but I wanted to ask permission to take your daughter out for the day. I’m Crow Dallas, by the way.” Mom instantly smiled, stood up, and shook his hand. “I’m Macy Vera, and this is my husband Victor, though everyone calls him Vic.” Dad, followed. “Nice to meet you both,” Crow said respectfully. “I’d like to formally ask for your permission to spend the day with your daughter, if that’s alright.”