Nina Six Of Crows Novels & Stories

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire. The palace garrison was her target. Nia had spent the past seven days carefully studying the palace grounds, mapping out the servants’ passages, the hidden stairwells, and the secret alcoves where she could slip unnoticed. She had bribed cooks, swapped out fragrances, and laced her garments with pheromone blockers to ensure her scent was untraceable. Every night, she sharpened her needles, coated with the venom of frozen fang wolves, and rehearsed her strike—one clean cut across the prince’s throat.

“There was a group of us that hung out. Rank never really mattered to them, everyone respected everyone and the Alpha put his foot down when needed but mostly everyone understood their place. Nina is of beta blood. Her dad was beta but was a warrior at heart. He thought her how to fight since she was 5 years old. She gives me a run for my money most times. Everyone assumed she was going to be mated to Damian, the alpha’s only son. They started dated in middle school or something like that and dated up until the other week. He treated her like a princess, doted on her every need. On his 18th birthday, Damian ended up being mated to Holly, Nina’s best friend. A while later, rouges attacked the

•*•*•*•*•* There are two ladies in red investigating one part of the forest when they were attacked by Level D's and they immediately kill them with one look. "I'm really pissed with this now. Why am I always involved with the things that I'm not involved with?" The lady in a red dress stated. "Ynna... I know that you're pissed right now because of the situation but, we're involved here. Our world is involved here so, we need to do something about it." The lady in a red cloak stated. "I just wish that my family is safe and fine there. Most especially Rosell." Ynna commented and sighed. She stops when she smells something and she runs towards it.

I know the pack doctor is here just in case but is there anything he can do to help me? More unmated she-wolves arrive and swoon around me. ‘Is it true you shifted early? Is it true your wolf is white? Are your muscles real?’ Another asks, feeling my biceps. I can’t help but notice Nina glaring at me. She looks stunning in her red dress that flows at the bottom. It has a long slit on the right showing off her petite, beautiful legs. Her hair is up high, with a couple of strands dangling down her cheeks. Great, what have I done to upset her now?

# LENA I arrive eight minutes early and choose the table in the far corner near the window. Pen on the table. Bag on the floor. Outside the glass the campus is still mostly empty, a few people cutting across the lawn with their heads down against the cold. I watch them for a moment and then I stop watching them and I wait. Landon Cross walks in at exactly eight. No jacket today, just a dark sweater, a folder under his arm. He scans the room once before he finds me, which means he did not already know where I would sit. Small thing. I file it away.

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

Anya took a step closer to me, her expensive shoes stopping right in front of where I was slumped on the floor. “You think you’re so tough, Nathaniel?” she said, her voice dropping into a dangerous, quiet whisper. “You think acting unbothered makes you look strong? You’re a coward. You sold him out to Reina, took the money, and thought you could just fly away to Bridgeford like nothing happened.” I scoffed, spitting out another mouthful of blood onto the concrete.

“Time to finish this.” He nodded, eyes wild and alive. “Together.” They turned, guns raised, as the last wolf lunged—one final enemy between them and the exit. Eirwen didn’t flinch. She pulled the trigger. ⟅━━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━━⟆ Next: 13 — Crown The vault is burning. Secrets are bleeding. And not everyone is making it out alive.