Neon Crow Novels & Stories

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Umbra huffed in response, his brilliant golden eyes continuing to scan the shadows of the corridor. Suddenly, a sharp crow cawed far above them, the sound echoing strangely through the high stone vaults of the temple. Umbra froze instantly. Nysera looked upward, spotting a lone black crow perched atop a distant pillar. Its single cloudy eye stared directly down at her, sending a sudden chill crawling down her spine. A passing priest barked her name, breaking her focus, and when she looked back up, the pillar stood empty. The crow was gone. The day passed slowly and heavily. Near midday, Nysera was delivering ritual supplies to one of the upper chambers when she noticed a group of apprentices

With me. I closed the book and walked to my window, looking out at the forest where their precious gate was hidden. A black crow sat on the fence post, its eyes like twin obsidian moons. It didn't blink as it stared at me. I stared back. "He's mine," I whispered. The crow cawed once, a sound like broken glass, then flew away toward the cursed woods. Somewhere out there, in a clearing where trees grew upside down, was the key to keeping Ronan in my world. I had less than twenty-four hours to prepare. Less than a day to gather the materials I would need, to plan my approach, to make sure everything went perfectly.

Penny gasped when he joined her but she didn’t object. Crow couldn’t believe he wanted her this badly all over again, but he did. He began touching her body and loved the feel of her skin beneath his skilled fingers. His lips nibbled on the back of her neck as his hands came around and cupped her breasts. “Why is it I want you again when I just had you a few hours ago?” he whispered in her ear. “I don’t know.” She closed her eyes. “But I want you too.” Crow played with her nipples as he kissed along her neck.

"Fourteen years of service to Zayden Crowe,former lone wolf. Northeastern territories. Your pack was destroyed when you were seventeen." "I know my own history," I said. "Your sister was twelve," he said. "Her name was Renna," he said. I did not tell anyone inside Obsidian Keep her name. "Was?" I said. The word landed in the grain store like something dropped from a height. "Present tense," he corrected immediately. "Is. Her name is Renna." "She is alive," he said. "She has been alive inside Ashmoor Dominion's northern administrative territory and she does not know you are looking for her because she was

The first time I really heard the words "old crow" was during the company's Monday morning meeting. Sadie Laurent kept her eyes down as I scolded her, a teardrop glistening at the corner of her lashes. And during the short break, someone muttered under their breath, "She really is an old crow—always picking on the young and pretty ones." For a moment, my thoughts froze. That single line stirred up a storm. Whispers rippled across the room, each one sharper than the last.

The moon above it was veiled, as if even the heavens refused to witness its ritual. A deep breath, slow and measured. It raised one hand, fingers long and skeletal, lined with silver markings that shimmered faintly. With a flick, it whispered something in a language not spoken for a thousand years—“Invoco noctem corvus.” A gust of cold wind cut through the woods, scattering leaves in spirals. Then came the sound—a fluttering, slow at first, then loud and rhythmic, like thunder in disguise. From the shadowed sky descended a crow, its feathers a sheen of obsidian and ink, eyes burning with something too intelligent to be natural. It circled once before landing before the figure, wings folding

This wasn’t what I expected when I woke up today. Not even close. We heard a low sneer from Neon. Liam’s eyes shifted to his friend, and when I followed his gaze, I saw Neon’s expression change into something strange—like he was caught between shock and fury. His eyes were locked on us, more specifically on the way Liam still had his arm around me. “Woah… peak gold,” Neon muttered, his voice flat but laced with something sharp. I couldn’t tell if he was mocking us or trying to hide the storm in his chest. Maybe both.

"Noah! How are you?" Noah swiftly drew her in front of him, hand on her shoulder and erection against her ass. "Jack, good to see you as well. How's the lumber business?" "Can't complain." As an older gentleman in his sixties, he had a nice smile and a shock of white hair. "And who's this lovely creature?" "I'm sorry," Noah rasped. "Where are my manners? This is Raven Crowne. She owns Elements Gallery down in Tartok Crest. I'm lucky to have her as my date for tonight."