Master Of Crows Novels & Stories

“The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.” I sucked in a breath at that, and he smiled at me. “We were sent to your mate a few weeks ago to kill him, but for some reason I cannot explain this time, my Master wishes to toy with him for a bit. I will not explain

The sun reflected ever so slightly against its many windows and dark bricks. It was just so big. Much bigger than I remember it being as a little girl. I guess a big city to run causes for a big castle full of bloodsuckers to run it. I froze as I turned back around, laying eyes on what Master has in his hands. A collar, and a leash to match. They looked like a matching set, both being icy blue with a golden buckle or clasp. I swallowed hard as his hands began to move closer, shutting my eyes in anticipation.

Do not think about silver wolves or archive letters or the map folded in the lining of my winter coat. I was not successfully doing any of that last part, but the attempt had a certain dignity. I was sitting at the narrow desk by the window when the crow landed on the sill. It was a large bird. Glossy black, with the particular intelligent stillness of crows that know exactly where they are and have decided it suits them. It looked at me with one eye. Then the other. Then it set down the thing it had been carrying in its beak with a small decisive tap against the window ledge and waited.

“Riven Saintwalker. Luca Saint. You’ve come exactly where I expected.” The Master emerged from behind a crane, cloak swirling, golden eyes gleaming like molten metal. Behind him, Bishop and Vex stood, both visibly wary now. But the Master’s aura dominated everything. “You’ve rallied your little group,” he said, voice echoing across the docks. “Admirable. But futile. You can’t win against a plan that’s been decades in the making.” Riven stepped forward, energy coiling around him and Luca like a living shield. “We’ll see about that. You’ve underestimated us before. Won’t happen again.”

"As long as it makes you happy, Mikey, I'll do anything," Jordan purred. Cassian wanted to spit out a string of curses. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, but alas, this was only the beginning. Pouting, Jordan made his expression cuter as he asked sweetly, "I have a question for you, Mikey. Do you know why a crow likes a camel?" "Nope," Michael replied, shaking his head. "A crow doesn't need a reason to like a camel. It can't help it—just like how I can't help liking you," Jordan declared.

My heart hammered in my chest as I crept toward it, hoping for an escape but fearing what might be behind that door. When I reached it, I found the door locked, but it had a small glass window at eye level. I crouched low and peered inside. Beyond, an office stretched out before me — a sterile, shadowy space with an oppressive atmosphere. Desks littered with papers, a few dim lamps casting pools of weak light. Most strikingly, a man sat on a couch at the far end of the room. His back was to me, but I could see his broad shoulders and the way he poured whiskey into a glass with slow, deliberate motions. The amber liquid caught the light, shimmering like molten gold.

“Another blood oath? I resisted the first,” I say as I look at the Umbra Crown who is suddenly bearing an excited demeanor. “Ah, ah. This one is different.” He rubs his index and thumb fingers like a chef warming up for his next delicacy, disappearing and appearing in the fog while scurrying around pillars. He suddenly stops close to me, sniffing near my neck. “It is like… an awakening. Hah!” Then he vanishes again.

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

the master growled, in a voice promising danger to Kyle. "No master" Kyle replied, subdued. "Good! it is a good thing that word came to us early, letting us know this bastard is up and about. Did he really think that I, Brutus, would allow him traipse about my city parading as something he is not. I would make an example of him" the master shouted menacingly. He stood up and crouched over the unconscious body and sniffed it. Then he looked up at his men "did anyone see you with him?" he asked them