Master Of Crows Novels & Stories

Connor looks at the back where the rope is folded over my hands and notices the crucifix wrapped around my wrist. "I believe we are screwed." So we have one useless Zachariah, a terrified Anastasia, two tied up brothers that cannot get to their weapons, and one Master that is powerless. I do tend to agree. "I believe we are screwed." And my words are not even dry, and we are thrown down on the godawful floor. It is so slippery from all the blood that you move disgustingly up and down over it. Then as soon as they had all entered, they all leave the room and shut the door firmly shut. It is time to drag the truth out of Zachariah.

He looked at the door in anticipation as he thought to himself, "These next few years are going to be interesting." Mane looked at the creatures that were flying a few feet above his head. These beasts were grey in color with a patch of black on the feathers of their necks. They were as large as an average ten year old and looked like large sized crows. And they were extremely tricky. Mane wrinkled his brow at how much work these crows had given him. These birds were called black necked crows. They were known for their speed and evasiveness, as well as their high attack prowess. Fortunately, these birds had very poor defense and so that could be exploited. Unfortunately, their great speed ma

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

I stared at myself once more in the mirror before walking out the door of the room. Master was still sleeping when I got down the stairs, with a shaky breath and shaky hand I reached for my master's cock underneath his knicker. My throat went dry at the sight of his huge cock, I couldn't wait to have a taste of it. Like a cock slut I took his fleshy dick in my mouth, taking it length by length, but this time I was able to take all of his cock into my mouth. I struggled to breathe at first, but I so much want to make my master proud, so I stayed in place... I didn't move or try to adjust his cock in my mouth. Instead I tried to get used to his cock in my mouth, allowing my mouth to adjust to

Finally, they disappeared leaving only feathers behind and a principal and her students very surprised. ------ Seeing something other than black feathers, Karim and Sera ran to the first lawn they saw to put everything out. "I thought I was going to die. What was that?" - Karim asked in despair. "Kallias took advantage of my absence and informed the Crows that Sera murdered someone. I programmed them to block Kallias, who killed several wolves. He used it against me. I can undo the programming. But it will take time. This is a safe place. You can stay here for now. Use the guest room. "

Cynthia wondered why he stood below his stage, and also close to the wall like he was a servant. “Master,” she acknowledged and bowed her knee. “No. Not tonight,” the Master whose hand was outstretched to stop her from acknowledging him stated. He glanced at the entrance by the platform and looked back at Cynthia. Then he placed his hands behind his back again. “Bow, Cynthia,” he ordered and she bowed totally on the floor, facing the stage. She was scared before, but it had been tripled. The Grand Master of The Vrek Cult was the scariest and one of the most dangerous men alive. She had never even seem him casually standing alone before. He had never stepped foot below his platform stage befo

They were fighting for their Goddess and their Queen, and it was clear that my little dove was so much more than I ever could have imagined her to be, as her army was barreling through the camp, dominating the Master’s warriors. As I make my way through the mass chaos taking down a few warriors myself, while Marcus’s warriors behind me join the creatures of the night, taking down the Master’s warriors, a beam of light rises from the middle of the camp, and fear consumes me we are too late, and that the Master as unleashed his weapon. In mix of the chaos, I knew I needed to find my little dove, because she had no clue that the Master held this kind of weapon.

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”

"And it just initiated the 'Scorched Earth' protocol. In ten minutes, the city will be wiped clean by a chemical gas." He looked at me with a strange, sad smile. "Unless, of course, you give me the boy. I’m the only one who can stop the clock." Rowan stood up, his claws sliding out. "Who are you?" Suddenly, the floor beneath us began to vibrate. A massive drill head burst through the center of the vault, and a squad of men in black armor leaped out. They weren't clones. They were humans, and they were carrying flamethrowers. "Burn them all," the Master commanded.

It circled once before landing before the figure, wings folding in with eerie precision. Then came the transformation. A ripple of black mist surged around the bird, expanding like a breath, and where the crow had stood now stood a man. Cloaked in dark leathers, hair pitch-black and windswept, and sharp eyes that gleamed with secrets. A raven tattoo stretched across his neck like a brand. Raven. He bowed with fluid grace, lips curling into a smirk that held no warmth. “Master.” The figure’s voice was not entirely human. It cracked like frost on glass. “Where is she?”