I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

My skin crawls at the thought of baring his disgusting mark. Crow's large toned body is almost identical to Trent's, and that makes my worry only grow. They are as even as my mate was to Gunnar. Trent attacks first, and Crow dodges in the nick of time. He swipes at the womanizer's black pelt but also misses. Trent strikes again and lands a hard blow to Crow's head. Crow stumbles, and Trent attacks. He claws Crow's face, and when Crow lifts his arm to block, Trent latches onto it.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

Heck, I do not even know what I am complete. Upon turning 13, my life changed forever. I was not this normal, everyday human girl. I remember I was in my backyard and had pitched a tent outside. I love being outside and I love the wilderness and forests. Every chance I got, I would sleep in my tent in the backyard. My parents thought it was odd, but then they just figured I was the outdoorsy type. That night, it was a crescent moon. I was laying in my sleeping bag and reading Nancy Drew 99 steps. I loved the mystery stories. I was using my cell phone as a night light to read, and I was so caught up in the book I did not even notice at first something was off with me. I flinched, and I tried

Izer hissed, his eyes flashing red momentarily. “ That…” My heart missed a beat. “ what could he do with the Crowsel? ” “ He could erase someone from the face of Earth and damn them to darkness forever. ”

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I looked toward Alpha Hilton. He was the man who had taken me in when I was an abandoned baby, despite my unknown origins. He had always been decent to me. But to my crushing disappointment, he just stood there. He stared at me with a look that said this was just the way things had to be. I guess I was good enough to be a pack member, but never a Luna. I cleared my throat and looked Gary in the eye. My voice was firm. “I, Raven Crowley, accept your rejection, Gary Inker. This decision I make willfully and of a sound mind.”

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

"I am not so sure. I have built a life for myself as a part of the Crow family. With this new awakening, I am beginning to question everything. My life. My identity. I know if I keep on digging, I will eventually lose them both. So who will I be when I don't have those two things? Who is Satake Crow? " "Satake Crow is who you have always been regardless of what new revelations come. I have also chosen to run from things about myself. It's why I chose to lie to you about my identity the moment we met. You see, I am perceived more as a friend than an instant fiend if no one knows I am related to the Candice Blossom AKA the wolf poacher. At first, I thought it was because I wanted to disassocia

I looked at the page for a moment. Then I turned to a fresh one. At the top I wrote: J. Crowe. Next move. I stared at it. I hadn't decided yet what the next move was. But I would.

On yearbook photo day, I went over and stood next to my boyfriend, Blake Whitmore. Madison Vance, the cheer captain and sorority president, showed up late, and the crowd parted for her without being asked. A path opened straight to Blake, who stood dead center. "What took you so long? You just turned every head in the place." Blake smiled softly and pulled her into the spot beside him. I was pushed out of the frame. Tyler Brooks, my friend since childhood, caught my arm. "Claire, don't fight Madison for the spot. She's the main character today." Then he traded places with me and took the spot next to her. The crowd started whooping. The fraternity president stood on one side and the vice pre