Silver Crow Novels & Stories

Her expression was one of surprise, as was mine, which soon after became serious; Prince Crowther was sitting next to her, everyone stared at me, I saluted the commander who broke the awkward silence. _______ This is Blacke Livet, one of the best we currently have in the corporation, my eyes fell to Ayla's that brought an expression that I couldn't decipher - Mr. Livet, will accompany Miss Ayla throughout our corporation, she chose military area to exercise the next test of the dispute for the Diamond crown .. - I nodded in a positive sign understanding the reason why she was there - Your Highness, you can choose to go with them or stay here in my company... Nathan Crowther is the scum of al

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.

"I bestow upon you this Queen's Crown, affirming your honor. You are the chosen future queen, destined to wed the prince." Elder William lifted the crown from the tray, an exquisite masterpiece crafted from the purest silver, adorned with the whitest gemstones, and embellished with radiant diamonds and moonstones. At its pinnacle, a moonlit blue sapphire shimmered, encircled by twelve dazzling diamond stars. Silver laurel leaves elegantly entwined the crown's base, reminiscent of waves cradling luminous stars. Such a crown surpasses our mortal craftsmanship; only the Moon Goddess could conceive such celestial beauty.

The sound is pathetic, more animal than human, and the nearest wolves in the front row smirk. The silver is designed to weaken, to strip the wolf out of a body and leave only meat behind. I feel it like a rot, crawling up my arms, sapping everything good and hot and alive from my veins. My fingers tingle, then go numb. I flex them anyway, refusing to give the crowd the spectacle of collapse.

I asked skeptically, furrowing my brow. “I can’t read this. I’m a genius, but I don’t read hieroglyphics. And there’s something else inside. A pendant of a bug.” Silvercloud wrinkled his nose, lifting a gold chain with a sapphire and emerald beetle pendant. Obviously, this has to do with the guild.

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

She held out her hand, and for a second, the white void slowed down. "I can see the text underneath!" Mina shouted over the rising wind of the void. "It’s not being destroyed... it’s being Struck Through! Someone is drawing a line through the South’s history!" Suddenly, a shadow fell over the grey village. The Giant Crow we had seen on our roof plummeted from the sky, landing atop the blurred remains of the village well. It was six feet tall, its feathers made of shredded black silk. In its beak, it held a pair of Silver Scissors, the kind used by a Master Tailor, but large enough to decapitate a man.

Inside the box were three rings. "Will you marry me?" The view of the rings in the warm light of the candles made the rings even more charming. Bianca couldn’t understand why there were three rings, but even after a quick look, she could say which one was supposed to be hers. The smaller one with the writing: Crow. But right then, her eyes noticed another writing: Crowolf. The ring looked out of this world, filled with some difficult-to-name force, emanating from the round shape and the writing itself. It shone in the flames of the candles as if it were alive.

At the center stood the Silver Cell. The cell was a large, ominous structure made entirely of silver, its bars gleaming dully in the dim light. The ground inside was bare, the air heavy with the scent of old blood and sweat. The silver was designed to weaken the most powerful wolves, to sap their strength and leave them vulnerable. There was no escape from it.

“I accept. For Iris. For our children. For every wolf who deserves peace.” The gathered wolves raised their heads as one and howled, a sound that resonated deep into the forest and up to the fractured moon. Power rippled through the clearing. The twin wolves on Iris and Aiden’s wrists flared, golden and black vines intertwining, their glow so intense that the air seemed to hum with divine energy. Scene 1: The Crowning of Aiden A ceremonial crown of intertwined silver and obsidian was brought forth, its design a tribute to light and darkness entwined. Selene carefully placed it on Aiden’s brow, and as it settled, the glow from the twin wolves shot upward in a beam of radiance.