Neon Crow Novels & Stories

I wanted to savour every moment of my feeding, as I slaked a thirst that was threatening to destroy me. I turned my head to the window pressing my forehead against the glass and tried to concentrate on the beautiful lights of LA, but I couldn’t stop noticing the vein in the driver’s neck as he drove. He raised a hand and scratched a spot on his neck and I wanted to brush his fingers aside and replace them with my fangs. Fangs. I could feel them out now, and for the first time, they didn’t seem awkward in anyway, I was happy to have them.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

Warren never missed school, until now. “Do they teach anything useful here?” Grace asked as she drew her cutlass and pistol. Warren called the Scald Crow, and the soft raspy voice of Herne answered, “Scald Crow.” “Do we have any drones with night-vision cameras?” Warren asked. “I don't know. Theria would. Is it important?” The bite of irritation carried in his voice. Warre glared at the radio as if Herne could see his irritation, “Yeah, I'd like to know if those dog people are coming for us. Which is why I want the drone in the air.”

I ignore him and turn to bar duty. There are cases of beer and pop under the counter. The newly bought hard liquor is lined up against the back wall. There's a club emblem on that same wall above the bottles. It's the same one the club members wear on their vests. It's actually pretty damn cool, but fuck if I tell any of them that. It's a crow on motorcycle handlebars with two skulls in front. Desert Crows is written on a banner across the top. The design is in a black circle. It looks ominous, which is what the person who designed it was going for.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

And at the far end of the land, nestled beneath willow trees, stood the nursery—a cozy, colorful building where pups played under the watchful eyes of caretakers. Each space was set apart, like organs of a living body, all beating for one heart: the pack house. As Knox’s car pulled to a stop before the main entrance, a small crowd gathered. Pack members. Curious eyes. Whispered words. Respectful nods. At the front of the group stood a tall, radiant woman with Knox’s dark eyes and a glowing smile that reached all the way to Lydia’s chest. Emily. She stepped forward and enveloped Lydia in a warm, firm hug. “Welcome to Blue Moon. You must be Lydia.”

“Okay, girls. It’s time for the movie. Everyone voted on the Crow. Are you in or out?” Amara and I nod our heads. “Oh, we’re in.” She answers. Amara and I love the Crow. There’s just something about a hot rocker guy who comes back to avenge his true love’s death that gets our heart pumping. Nevaeh whoops with excitement. “Hell, yeah, let’s do this.” Once the movies over, we stretch our limbs and pour a couple more drinks. We sit in a circle in front of the coffee table as Nevaeh explains why Mikhail looks like the star of the movie. None of us really refute her claim. Mikhail cross could be Eric Draven’s twin with his rocker vibe, dark hair, and brooding good looks.

An oblivious Chase drives in and helps himself to the door when he unexpectedly finds Neon waiting for him with the door open. His brother wears the face of a completely drained and lifeless monster as he sighs to himself continuously after letting Chase and his guest in. Unable to ignore the look on his brother's face, Chase pulls back right free and directs the lawyer to the living room. He pulls Neon to a corner, "Yo, you look stressed out," he tells him. But all Neon can do is huff with a scoff. "Tell me about it." Chase watches as Neon drags his legs inside, he senses the tension in the mansion as his eyes wander around searching for answers to which he finds none, "I brought the things

It felt… steadied. By the time the city center was ready for the coronation, Ancnix looked different. Not untouched by war—but shaped by survival. The Storm crest hung proudly from every banner and dais, lightning and lion rendered in gold and deep blue. The square had been cleared and rebuilt, stone polished, platforms raised. Everyone knew there was still so much work ahead. But today was not for mourning. Today was for a future that had refused to die. Elora and Declan stood beside Zayden and Kailee as the ceremony unfolded, the crowd filling the square in waves of color and sound. When the crown was placed, when the vows were spoken, the roar that followed shook the very bones of the cit

I uttered, pointing at Raven as I uttered his name and at Crowden when I spoke his. They are Crow and Raven. Goddess! Two black birds that looks similar with only a few differences in features, and they are both scavengers. Just like them two… They look so much similar, just this Crowden right here looks bubbly and has a softer features compared to Raven’s rough one. Crowden looks more friendly with his all smiles face and the way he talk and make jokes, he and Beta Lufin would definitely clicked and make fun of Raven, that is for sure.