Master Of Crows Novels & Stories

As Master Crowe finished his sentence, he crouched and appeared to be condensing his energy. On the other hand, Zephyr snickered. “I did not want to involve innocent people like you. However, you wanted to interfere. Master Crowe is someone I paid highly to help me out. He is an inner energy fighter. One punch and he can break stones into half. You will definitely die a painful death.” Kayson nodded and replied. “Yeah. That is indeed quite powerful.” Master Crowe rushed forward and appeared right in front of Kayson in a second. His speed was fast!

he wanted to continue but when he saw the deadly gaze of master Damien who seemed to be upset, he immediately stepped back and bowed sitting down fearfully as he doesn't want to get into the master's bad book. He glanced at the other elders who were also looking at him as they well all afraid of the master as well. "I shouldn't have opted to speak on our behalf" he muttered lowly as he prayed for his life. Master Damien stood up and adjusted his dark overflowing robe, picked up his long lion staff and walked out of the meeting hall. The elder who had spoken about him getting a wife heaved a huge sigh of relief thanking his stars as the master seemed to be sparing him.

"That hunk doesn't look like he's into inexperienced college girls" "you're right. There are always pictures of him with different models on the internet and even magazines". That had my eyes popping. "Wait...you know him?". She gave me a look of *are you kidding me right now*. But I only stared back at her like a dumb little girl. "that's Damon Graves. Dude is a freaking billionaire. He's the CEO of Voxel Enterprises". She clarified. " oh". That was all I could say. Between, his name gave me the chills. I mean, who on earth answers "Graves"?

The Master turns the clipboard so I can see a small black and white photograph at the top of the board; she looks exactly like Elle, just younger. “Elle?” I ask him softly. I’ve felt my mate with my own hands; I’ve touched every inch of her body and I’ve tasted everything she has to offer. My mate is not a copy of some poor female who was killed because of her blood. “She’s a different story. A tricky little project for my team but different.” The Master chuckles to himself before turning the clipboard away so he can look at the page once more. “Let me be clear about what I’m offering here. You now know I have endless girls to send your way.” He coughs a little when he turns his back on me a

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.

“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.

I was not turning back. I checked the time on the ornate grandfather clock standing against one gilded wall. I still had time before Koscovf would leave the crowd. He stood on a raised platform now, laughing with a group of men, a wine glass in hand. He looked powerful and utterly untouchable.

“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.

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno