Neon Crow Novels & Stories

She heard the snick of a blade clearing its scabbard, then: “Katelyn? Are you all right?” Crucian Crowe was in the ruined entranceway behind her, his eyes and his long hair and garbs all black, a length of steel glinting in one hand. He peered into the murky house. The German shepherd lingered beside him. “More callers? Dear me,” said Glee, aroused to fever. “Come in, come in! Don’t leave your guests out there in the cold, child. They can watch.” She smiled atop her nest of bones, her pet still huddled between her hiked-up legs.

She wanted to dive into the Goldstone promise of the neon life, where everything was more colorful and alive than anything she had ever experienced. The huge silver neon tongue was visible from half a mile away. A long queue of club-goers went all the way two blocks down. She was finally seeing what she could only imagine before. The more she has seen the city, the more she was mesmerized by how alive it was. Tommy parked the car out back and asked her to wait while he went inside. "Can't I go with you?" she asked. "I have to get an ID for you ... usually it'll take a day ... so tomorrow we'll go inside, Roy's not here, they'll never let you in without an ID," he said.

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa

The city was restless. Neon spilled down rain-soaked glass, painting the suite in cold, hungry color. Far below, the streets seethed with rumor and unfinished violence. But up here, high above New Eidolon, Domenik and Eirwen didn’t hide. They didn’t dim the lights. Every window was bare, daring anyone to look up and see what power looked like when it didn’t apologize. Tonight, there were no secrets left between them. No armor. No masks. The world was welcome to watch—welcome to try and understand.

"She's right. We end this at the source." I turned to the assembled group. "I need a strike team. Small, fast, lethal. We infiltrate Crimson Dawn's headquarters and shut down Vex's pain weapon." Marcus stepped forward immediately. "I'm in." Riley, still adjusting to her stable hybrid form, stood beside her father. "Me too." "Riley, no," Marcus protested. "I'm a hybrid now, Dad. I can sense Vex's connection through the network. You need me." Neon emerged from the shadows, and I barely recognized him. His time in the Fae realm had changed him. His skin had a faint shimmer, his movements were too fluid, and his eyes held depths that hadn't been there before.

Etched along their length, delicate and vicious, were runes I recognized without being able to read: Lunaris script, twisted into containment. My lungs tightened. “You’re not the first Lunaris descendant I’ve had to manage,” Crowe said conversationally. “Far from it. The early ones were… messy. We lost men. We lost facilities. But we learned. We invested.” He lifted one shackle from its cradle. It was heavier than it looked. He held it up, admiring the etching. “Do you know what this is?” he asked. “A fashion statement,” I said, because my mouth didn’t know how to stop. “Bit heavy for summer.”

Despite her surprise, Neon rushed out of where she hid. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" She hissed, tearing Freya away from the girl. "Neon?" Freya called, a hint of familiarity in her voice. Neon turned to look at her and found her eyes glowing a fierce red. Neon's wolf whimpered in fear causing her to widen her eyes in shock. "H-how is this possible?" She stuttered, seeing goosebumps rise from her arms.

The corner of Wang Zhan's mouth twitched, and there was an impulse to paste each other's face with shit. This is the three-eyed, godly, crow that is worth eight million dollars? --There was a fleshy fledgling bird in the carrier, the little thing's eyes were tightly closed, its head was bare, and it didn't have a few hairs on its body, so it was obviously not long after it had broken out of its shell. No matter how you looked at it, you couldn't see the aura of a divine crow! Instead, it looked like a broiler!

“Mine skipped both of those and either went to Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline or Powerwolf and Gloryhammer.” “Those sound like Neo type bands.” “What does?” Neo asked as he and Jolene walked in after taking a stroll along the beach. “Powerwolf and Gloryhammer.” “Hell yeah.” Neo agreed. Jolene sang one of her favorite songs, Demons are a Girl’s Best Friend as she sat on the arm of a chair. “Where’s the happy couple?” Reese asked. “They were headed for the guest house, discussing whether JD was going to wear a belt or a necklace.” Neo shook his head. “I probably don’t want to know – never mind. Wedding night. Yeah, he better wear a necklace.”

he breathed into her ear before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulled away, grasping Klara around her waist. “We have joined in Mateship, now we have joined in rank. What say you?” Marc addressed the crowd. Klara tried to remember who it was that was in the room during the coronation. It was higher level wolves, she remembered that much. “Here, here!” A voice called, soon to be followed by all in the room. Marc guided her back to her own throne as he sat in his. Their hands still clasped in one another’s.