Neon Crow Novels & Stories

, Neo adds but his voice is nothing more than a feeble whisper. I took it too far, I can see it in Connor’s eyes, can see it as Neo’s fingers trace our marks. The marks that are red and gleaning like a beacon to call for help. The marks that look like a necklace some half eyed idiot drew on her. I join my brothers on that bed, my hand caressing my mark. The mark that lies between her collarbones while Connor’s mark lies to the right side of her neck and Neo’s lies to the left side of her neck.

That was, until I went around the corner of the building and was met with the most horrific scene I’d ever seen. A humongous creature, far taller than even the tallest of men stood there. Its body bulging with muscles that would make even the biggest of body builders green with envy. The beast was wolf-like covered in dark black fur, and its eyes glowed a crimson red, his hands and feet sporting large claws to match their large size. I tried not to scream, taking a step back, trying my best not to hyperventilate. But then I saw what was in his hands.

"But yes, I am leaving. Not because I want to, but because the multiverse needs what I have become." "That is not fair," Elena said, tears streaming down her face. "You fought so hard to save us. You should get to enjoy what you built." "Life is not about enjoying what we build. It is about building things for others to enjoy." I knelt to her level, my cosmic form adjusting to mortal scale. "But I will carry every memory of you, every moment of courage you showed, everywhere I go." "Promise?" "I promise." The coronation ceremony was hastily arranged but no less meaningful for its speed. Luna stood before the assembled nobles and commoners, wearing the ancient Moonspire crown that had been hi

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

Hard. Certain. The crowd gasps as one. Damon catches it in stride. One second. He taps it into the empty net. The horn explodes. Game over. We win. The arena erupts into chaos. Gloves fly. Sticks clatter. Teammates crash into us from every direction. But in the middle of it, Damon grabs my helmet and presses his forehead against mine. “You idiot,” he breathes, half laughing, half shaking. “You were open,” I say.

A wolf howled in the distance, and my heart sank when I realized that it was Ragnar. I could tell by how sad the howl sounded that he had discovered my absence. “I’m sorry, Ragnar,” I said and sighed. “I had to pick what was best for me.” I glanced at the crow and saw it watching me closely. After a few seconds, it spread out its wings and prepared to fly. At the base of its wing, I saw the unmistakable emblem of the Nightclaw pack. It wasn’t just any ordinary forest bird; it was a crow from the southern kingdom, and the idea that it must’ve been following us because it was ordered to sent a chill down my spine, and I pulled them to my side.

Albert sneakered, “Now, now. That's an unrefined attack. It was so slow. Did my Crimson Blade become rusty under that Benedict and Dark King's roof? White Crow was even overprotective of you.” “I'll Kill You! ” Zitrey only mumbled. With a vein suddenly burgeon her hand and in the forehead, White Crow suddenly flew sidewards and bumped strongly in the wall, when Zitrey aimed at her waist which she failed to block it. The Raven flew upwards away from them, yet rest on the roof watching.

The beautiful decorations, the smiles, the laughter and shouting, no one seem to notice it wasn’t complete. I slowly walked in, my steps slow but deliberate towards the pack’s garden, my sadness and pain overcome with happiness. He decorated all this for me, just as I got to the pack’s garden, I could hear people cheering and staring at something. As I walked towards the garden, my heart started pounding as though something was wrong, wave of nervousness hit me. Moving closer, a shocking scene left my mouth hanging. Yvonne was standing in front of Neon with him kneeling down holding the Luna crown.

She looked at Daemon. “You have four days. The High Priest announces the Church’s position in two days. By then, I’ll have moved enough families that panic starts setting in. By day four, the council will be at each other’s throats. And on day five, you walk back into that throne room and claim what’s yours.” “It won’t be that simple,” Daemon said. “No,” Elara agreed. “But simplicity is a luxury we can’t afford.” The problem arrived at midnight. Rowan appeared in the cellar like a ghost dusty from travel, bleeding from at least three different wounds, his eyes carrying the specific weight of a man who’d been running and had finally stopped running.

"It's all natural if you think about it. Our team has created a supplement that will make any alpha immediately rush into it's mating drive. There's nothing wrong with augmenting their existing nature." I looked wide eyed into the space below. We were looking down into the lab as there was still a flight of stairs to get down to the main floor. But, from here we had a whole bird's eye view of the workings of the lab and the people scurrying about doing their jobs. There were two beta males in hazmat suits who were looking from specimen to another. They were wearing gas masks as they stared up at us nodding and waving. They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into t