The Black Crow Novels & Stories

He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat. “Flynn, I want you to find any group that has the symbol of a black crow.” He immediately commanded the young man. Flynn took out his laptop and began tapping on the keyboard. His hands were moving so fast on the keyboard. Hyde was in deep thought when the ringing of his phone cut him off. He left the window and picked up the call. “Well hello there, I didn’t think you’re still alive.” A familiar deep gravelly voice stunned the young man. He was nailed to his position and his breathing started to become unsteady. He’s definitely sure it was the man who killed his parents.

I was having fun, so I was annoyed when I had to come back here. What surprised me even more, was that Everly had a war scythe and tried to reap my soul. I knew she was hiding something. She’s hiding the fact that she belongs to the Coven of the Crow and Shadows. The same coven who took my father away from me. Now that I didn’t see coming. However, the pure look of shock on her face when she realized I was a hybrid was priceless. “Nothing to say, Little Reaper?” I taunt, letting go of her hand with her war scythe.

I smile, because all of this is just romantic and beautiful, you will wanna cry. Eve stands in front of Keith who looks well groomed and good looking too. As the couple exchange vows and I do's, Keith unveils his bride and leans in for a kiss. The crowd goes wild, with Karen Black screaming and clapping. Everyone's on their feet clapping and screaming. I'm also on my feet, clapping and congratulating my childhood best friend for her beautiful matrimony.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

Shreds of clothes sprang around him as he shifted from skin to fur midstep. * Klara sat trembling on the balcony, eyes trained to the bedroom door. She’d heard a roar and knew that meant someone was angry. Worse, they sounded close. She clutched her legs closer to her, waiting for the door to bang open. But instead she heard a bang below, her head snapped to look between the stone railing and watched the giant black wolf sprint into the trees. Did that mean it was Marc that had roared?

The silence is colder than the grave. --- **The Crow’s Whisper** That night, the scar burns like a brand. I follow the crow’s shadow through the skeletal forest, my breath fogging in the air. It leads me to the Tomb of Whispers, its entrance cracked open like a wound. *“You feel it, don’t you?”* the Shadow’s voice slithers through my mind. *“The prison weakens.”* The crow perches on the tomb’s threshold, its eye glowing brighter. “What do you want?” I demand.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

She put her phone face down on the table and laced her hands together in her lap to keep them still. At the next table, Catalina opened a paperback she was not reading. At the bar, Damien sat on a stool with his back to the room, which was the wrong way to sit unless you were trying to seem harmless, which he was. Rose walked in at nine fifty eight. She was alone. She wore a black coat. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly. Her face was the face from the Target footage, only sharper in person, the angles harder. Her eyes scanned the cafe in one slow sweep and landed on Seraphina.

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.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.