Isabella Crow Novels & Stories

“They’re already wondering why I brought you.” The air seemed to thin as heads began to turn. I knew that in their eyes, I was nothing more than Lucas’s discarded mate — a scandal walking on Adrian’s arm. And then I saw her. Isla Crowhurst. Adrian’s half-sister, dressed in black silk that seemed to drink in the light. Her smile was beautiful but wrong — like a knife in the dark. She glided toward us with the calculated grace of a predator.

she asked with a smug smile. "You're a bitch, Valeria. Your stupid brother took my sister away, and now you're here trying to ruin things for me," Isabella gritted her teeth. "I don't understand what I'm trying to ruin for you, Isa," Valeria turned to face her, arms crossed. "I'm the queen here, Valeria. Maybe they didn't tell you, but I don't share my crown," Isabella declared. "In case you don't know, I'm the queen of queens. I can snatch that little crown from you if I want to," Valeria shrugged.

“We’re honored to have you here again.” Some faces I recognized. Most I didn’t. They smiled like I was the returning prince. If they knew the truth, they’d realize I wasn’t sure I wanted this crown at all. We were two turns away from the boardroom when someone stepped directly into our path. “If it isn’t the Golden Boy,” Isabella drawled, her heels clicking like punctuation marks as she approached. She looked flawless—sleek bun, red lipstick, tailored blazer hugging her frame in a way that screamed generational wealth and curated image.

Chapter 91: One amongst many "My daughter... Princess Isabella Archer." The instant the curtains revealed Isabel, Lucian's eyes immediately met her gaze. His entire body tensed as his mouth fell open in shock. Isabel was beautiful... stunning even. Her hair was styled into an intricate halo braid adorned with sparkling gems that caught the light with every subtle movement. A crown, fit for an imperial princess, rested gracefully on her head, accentuating her regal presence.

Isabella ran here and there to save herself from a very pissed wolf, but Shaba didn’t mind ruining the whole suite if she had to but; tonight, she wasn’t going to leave her alive. Shaba attacked her and bit her hand, digging her teeth into her flesh. Isabella cried out in pain when Shaba ripped off one hand from her body. ‘This was the hand with which she touched my treasure.’ Shaba talked with Caroline. ‘End her game instead of playing with her.’ Caroline said in anger. She didn’t like killing anyone, but Isabella had crossed all the boundaries. While Isabella was crying and screaming in pain after losing one hand, Shaba attacked her head next, ripping it from her body. She just didn’t rip

The jet cut through the early morning mist like a blade. Inside, Isabella sat in a cocoon of silence, her eyes locked on the Alps rising in the distance like ancient gods. The snow-capped peaks gleamed with deceptive tranquility, masking the truth nestled within them: Valentina Cross. A woman feared and revered. A phantom of the cyber world. Once a queen in the intelligence empire, now an enigma cloaked in infamy. Beside Isabella, Alexander stared out the window. He hadn’t spoken since takeoff, but his silence carried weight. A memory. A warning.

“Why isn't Isabella here with us?” I asked him as he started the car. “Isabella can't be harmed by anyone in the palace. She's the crown princess now and under a very close inspection by the elders. Eliza knows if she tries to act rashly with Isabella, her cover will be blown before she can execute her plans.” He explained to me and although I didn't get most of what he was saying, I nodded gently. The car drove out of the company and he drove off at full speed. I was still trying to get my thoughts straight and get all the pieces back together to mak sure I wasn't forgetting anything.

Maria’s face turns stern. I look at our new maid. Isabella, an omega who was appointed a few weeks back, right before the meeting. As per the records and her scent, she’s an omega of the Moonlight Pack. But behind those records lies the truth—Isabella is a trained member of the Iron Claw military camp, sent by Elijah to us. She’ll be working in the mansion as a full-time maid and be the hidden bridge that connects the Iron Claw Pack with my pack. Through her mind-link powers, I’ll be able to communicate with Elijah and set our future meetings.

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

Perhaps it was just the wind. A young girl appeared next to Natalia from nowhere. One second it was just Natalia, and then there were two. All eyes focused on the newcomer. “I am Isabella, sister to Nalalia and firstborn to the true King.” She surveyed the wolves and people standing on all sides of her. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid and her face had been pierced with many diamond studs along her left eyebrow. “I come in peace.”