Neon Crow Novels & Stories

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Lyra felt the power inside her chest rise like a flood against breaking ribs. Cassian’s voice behind her. Low. Urgent. “Lyra…” She didn’t look back. The crowns fused together in midair. Bone grinding against metal. Becoming something new. Something ancient. Something waiting centuries for her hands. The Bone Crown descended slowly toward Lyra’s head. And the Hollow Queen screamed.

The corner of her lips curled upward, unable to hide her satisfaction. Camilla walked past me, deliberately swaying her hips. She leaned in close to my ear and lowered her voice. "Sera, the Luna Queen everyone worships this time? That’ll be me. As for those three worthless wolves who can’t even hold their forms, I’ll generously leave them to you. "Since we’ve both been given another life, you’d better treasure it." Her smile was bright and vicious. I lowered my eyes and said nothing. Now it was my turn.

The crown on Nevan’s head hissed, the metal glowing red-hot before it shattered, falling to the floor in pieces. Nevan collapsed across my legs, his breathing a shallow, terrified rasp. Blood was leaking from his ears and nose, his eyes rolled back in his head. "Nevan!" I shrieked, my hands shaking as I reached for him. Vossen was already there, hovering over the bio-cradle. He lifted the child—a small, perfect boy with a shock of dark hair and eyes that were a deep, clear grey, tinged with the faintest ring of violet.

Eddie is waiting for them. “Good Gods.” Crow starts, staring at Eddie. A seven-foot-six tall gargoyle, with deep blue-green skin. He’s wearing black trousers with long zips up the sides and a loose dark-green hoodie with slits cut into the back to allow his wings free, but no shoes, as his feet are wide and long with long claws. His hands are also long and have long claw-like fingernails. His wings are leathery and have hooked ‘claws’ on the top joint where they fold back down again.

Jade watched in silence. Ceynol felt a sudden weight press down on him—Crown was deliberately making themselves heavier, testing his strength. He nearly laughed. His child was already challenging him. Truthfully, Crown did weigh a lot. But he wasn’t about to admit that. “I want to see one more thing before we go!” Crown exclaimed excitedly. “What is it, baby?” Jade asked. “The Paromola macrocheira!” Crown pointed toward a giant crab-like creature that resembled a monstrous spider.

"Guys, we haven't seen anyone yet. We only heard the banging of the door - "Shush! I think the police is here." Connor shushed us while peeping through one of the aligning windows in the hallway, his act suddenly reminding me of the Peeping Tom. "Shit!" Max cussed out loud and looked to and fro between them. What? Don't tell me they are doing that mind linking thing like werewolves again. Ugh, it's so frustrating...

I was broken from the trance. "They call themselves the Nymphets. But they spell it with an 'I' instead of a 'y' which I think is dumb to me," She said. 'Kelderrrrr..." A soft voice sang out in my head. I immediately knew it was one of them. The one that was actually sitting on the cars bonnet—seemed to be their leader—was smiling at me. She twisted strands of her purple hair in-between her fingers. Tia nudged me again—even more painfully than the first.

Along the ruined street, flickering billboards looped the Guild’s broadcast: “The Purification Operation was successful. The Blood King has been eliminated. Traitor Evelyn Cross is wanted across Valenfort.” Adrian shut the screen off, voice raspy. “We can’t stay here. Marcus transferred command to someone new named Aster Crowe . They call him the Gray Angel of the Guild.” Evelyn looked up. “Crowe? Never heard of him.” “I have,” Adrian said grimly. “He’s a hybrid born from a failed experiment. The Guild took him in, trained him, then purged the vampire blood from his system. But everyone knows… once blood turns black, it never truly turns white again.”

I set the phone down on the desk and the words were still sitting in the air, worse than the lycans on that island, and I was grinning like an absolute idiot, which was a problem, because Neon was standing three feet away from me with a face that had given up on patience entirely and moved somewhere past it into something that looked a lot like the expression my mother used to make right before she threw something. "Are you done?" Neon said. "Almost." "Rowan." "Give me a second." He made a sound through her nose that was not a sigh and not a growl but somewhere deeply unpleasant in between, and I turned from the window to look at him properly. Neon Graves. My beta, my second, the only person