Six Of Crows Novels & Stories

Armed with countless weapons, money, and new identities, the man I call Six drags me around the world. The manhunt is on and Six is the next target. Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us? Two down, seven to go. When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it. Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested. Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive.

When Cameron sees me beside Axle, he says, “What the fuck dude? Did you replace me?” I look up at him and say, “I thought you said you needed a partner? I’m not stealing someone else’s spot.” “It’s not stealing if I give it to you. Cam, you can play the next one. I think you’ll live if you sit out one game.” Cam grumbles something and then goes to stand at the side. “So obviously that’s Cam, and over there is Jameson and Ethan.” I wave at them and say, “Hello, I’m Six,” and Jameson says, “We know,” with a smile. Apparently my reputation precedes me.

The other wolf was small by comparison. His shimmery grey coat started retracting. Turned into skin as his snout became blunt. Lysander looked up at me. Smirk on his lips and defiance in his eyes. He cocked his head to the side. My eyes dipped lower. Ran over his toned, but not six-pack, stomach. His broad shoulders and corded muscles run down his arms. He had a V-line as well that pointed down to a large cock. He was soft and large. I wanted to lick my lips. "I hope you don't mind. We thought your plan of staying here was rather shit." He said. I tugged up an eyebrow. Leaned on my hand as I watched them down below. One of the twins watched the rest of the garden. Made sure that no one was c

H-6 told his friend. “You as well H-6” he replied. Soon, not even the scalding beam of the airbike’s lights could be seen amidst the rains. H-6 set the Helium’s energy signature to its weak hover setting as he let his ride’s boosters do most of the work “Arbiter H-6, there are 45 crimes in progress within your 10 kilometer Grid section, Please choose an area of concern” The computer reported in before he even told it what to do, displaying the myriad of felonies close to him.

Every muscle in him locks at once, his head snapping up off me, and the heat in him is just gone, swapped out for something predatory and absolutely still. "Down," he breathes. "They're coming." We drop. Belt forgotten, mouth forgotten, the hunter sliding back into me like cold water down a pipe. I get the crossbow up and my eye to the gap in the bracken and force my heart out of my throat. For a moment there’s nothing. Just the dark and the gravel and Dax beside me, gone wolf-still, his nostrils working. "How many?” I whisper. "Six. No, seven."

"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

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you had feelings for the girl.” Six’s gaze narrowed. “But you do know me, or at least what I am.” “One of the true sociopaths of our little ragtag group.” “You aren’t one?” I asked. I’d assumed they were all a variety of psychotic. “Oh no, darling, I am. Six here just happens to be one of the most emotionless of us all. A great actor if he was able to woo you before he abducted you.” The cadence of his voice was almost lyrical. Smooth and transitioning, an almost feminine quality. Much different from Six’s monotone, masculine one, and somewhat out of place for a killer.