Silver Crow Novels & Stories

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

she projected her voice, hiding any fear she had. “Then please, recite after me; As queen I will protect all wolves who need protection. I will bestow my advice and knowledge for all who need it. I will follow my mate, the King in all his endeavors.” Klara repeated the words, glancing to Marc every now and then to see his proud, warm smile. Elsbeth took the crown of intwined thin gold strands from her head, and placed it on Klara’s. Adelaide brought forth a gold handled dagger, although this one had a blue sapphire encrusted in the hilt. She handed it delicately to Elsbeth. She nodded subtly to Klara, who nodded back, she’d been warned about this part. Elsbeth nicked her palm, before passing

I looked down at the gorgeous dress she had picked hoping who ever her Alpha was that this wouldn’t give him the wrong idea. I smiled when she stepped back out into my room, the dress fit her perfectly. We ended up sitting in front of my mirror as she did her makeup and we talked about school, her favorite classes were dance and art. She absolutely loved Selena and had choregraphed a dance to one of her songs for her final class. Their school had already ended and she graduated a month before it’s why she was able to come with on this trip. It seemed like time was moving slowly but I looked and we only had twenty minutes before the packs should be starting to show up and suddenly, I felt a w

says Carrie. She brings out a beautiful necklace with the head of a wolf and the head of a dragon intertwined like yin and yang with dark sapphire stones for eyes. It’s beautiful. The earrings are a beautiful simple stud with blue sapphire stones as well. These are gorgeous. I’ll have to use them for the wedding as well.

Warriors roared, stomping their boots until the very floor beneath me vibrated. The elder smiled. He reached out and picked up the crown. Varek didn't crown me. The elder placed it on my head. It wasn't a gaudy, jeweled Southern tiara. It was a band of blackened silver, forged into the shape of a crescent, with two gleaming wolf fangs worked into the sides. The moment the cool metal touched my brow, every single torch in the great hall flared. The orange flames snapped, turning instantly into a blinding, shimmering silver.

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

He separated from the shadows without a single branch snapping. Bastian Crowne was taller than anyone I had ever seen. His shoulders filled the space between two pines, and the scars across his jaw and throat were silver in the starlight. His hair was short and black, and his eyes burned gold even in the dark. Not the amber flash of a partial shift. Solid, steady gold. He wore no coat. The cold didn’t seem to touch him.

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

The possibilities raced through my mind as I tried to make sense of it all. I picked up the necklace and held it in my hand, feeling the weight of the metal against my palm. It was an old piece, that much was clear from the worn edges and the way the metal had darkened over time. The crow symbol was the centerpiece of the necklace, its wings outstretched and its beak open in a silent caw. The details were incredibly intricate, with each individual feather and claw carefully etched into the metal. It was a beautiful piece, and yet, there was something ominous about it.