Master Of Crows Novels & Stories

"Caw!" The crow swooped down from Landon's shoulder to the ground. "You Krowonian priests are truly wicked. You're actually trying to pin this on Chaos!" Eyes darkening, the crow declared, "Your lives are worthless now. Caw!" In ancient times, crows were sacred creatures with iridescent black feathers. They possessed one innate gift—their death omens never failed. Especially now when it took matters into its own talons. The men in black drew their final breaths without knowing their killer's identity. Their hopes of reporting back to the master were mere wishful thinking. Their last sight was of the man approaching Chaos, reaching out to press his hand against its head. Then darkness took th

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

Charlotte My Master behind me, he rested his cheek against mine, laid his hands on my shoulders. "Knees," he whispered. It sounded like a command. Nonetheless, he held my arm, balancing me as I dropped, first to my knees, then all the way, to crouch at his feet, and Richard's too; face downward, my hands outstretched, palms to the floor. It's not cold or painful. Protecting me from the hard stone flags of the basement, the matting indents slightly at knee and toe and elbow. I crouch at my Master's feet, submissive as he wishes...

Jason is getting ripped apart, Peter is losing his mind, and the customer complaint lines have been jammed all day. I leaned back on the sofa, sipping tea while browsing high-paying job offers on major recruitment sites. Outside the window, the setting sun cast its glow across my face, warm and soothing. For the first time, I felt a deep sense of calm and satisfaction. The system crash was only the beginning. The storm had just begun.

I tossed the card to the ground and said indifferently, “The payment for this banquet is nine hundred thousand dollars. Please remember to pay what you owe me.” Carlson looked up and said mockingly, “Professor Taylor, aren’t you poor? Five years ago, you were barking like a dog for just a thousand dollars.”

The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

That didn't seem like the first time she witnessed something similar. I sank on my couch and waited for Zachary. Tracey walked to Master Sam and took the little woman in his arms. Popping kisses on her forehead several times, he packed her hard in her body. The crying decreased, but the woman was still trembling when she passed by me, heading down the floor.

But when I do so, crows flew into the hallway. Doors opened and the wolves of the Crystal River screamed when the crows went to attack them. "Get her!" I hear a loud yell behind me as I started running down the hallway. Another shatter of glass and roaring screams downstairs mingled into the air as I watch in shock at the many crows flying upstairs. I ducked and fought my way through them as they relentlessly attacked the wolves. I stumbled on the stairs when I notice male wolves, those who were warriors storming up the stairs towards me. The crows were slowing them down.

Three bedrooms. One of them had been transformed into a gym with a treadmill and a few other workout equipment. Although, judging by how new most of the stuff was, it didn't look like she used the room a lot. The other one had a bed and a mattress. Nothing else. The master bedroom must have been where Natalia spent most of her time. Everything was carefully picked. The bedding included plush throws, knit blankets, and pillows in shades of white, cream, and soft taupe. Floor-to-ceiling drapes in a matching beige shade framed sheer white curtains and a large rug covered the floor.