The Black Crow Novels & Stories

I stared at the ceiling, at the faint cracks in the wood, at the window where light peeked in. Then, movement outside caught my eye. Crows. Dozens of them. Flying from the east, black wings beating violently against the pale sky, their cries loud and harsh like warnings. A shiver ran down my spine. Something was coming. Something bad

"Of course not, it would never be your fault they took your sister, but... do you remember anything beyond what they told you?" She looked confused, then looked down. "I remember a mark... a... black mark on the fist of one of them." I looked at Asmodeus. That wasn’t information that was in the novel, it was something new. Something from that place - something that Elaine didn’t know. "What brand? What was it like? Can you draw?" It was too many questions, but I couldn’t help it. They were necessary if we really wanted to catch those bastards. 'They were tall, black hair, red eyes and crimson robes,' reminded me clearly of the description given by the victim when Elaine helped her.

————————————————————————————— The grand hall was a spectacle of light and luxury. Massive chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, their crystals reflecting the golden glow of hundreds of candles. Every corner of the room exuded opulence, from the silk banners bearing the Avariel crest to the polished marble floors that gleamed underfoot. Yet, despite the grandeur, Emilia felt like an outsider at her own wedding.

(Felix’s POV) The coven gathered in the ruins of the old cathedral, shadows clinging to the cracked stone walls as if they belonged to us. Moonlight spilled through broken glass windows, painting patterns across the floor like bloodstains. Valentina lounged on a toppled column, her crimson lips curling into a smirk. “The wolves are restless,” she drawled. “I hear whispers of a white wolf awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Not whispers. Prophecy.”

“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.

Read the first line and felt her blood turn to ice. We have your mother. At the bottom sat a single signature. —The Black Crown

"For this." A low whistle echoed from the staircase. I looked up and saw Silas Crowe standing there, flanked by a dozen rogue outcasts. He was smiling. "Alpha Blackridge. And the brilliant Dr. Quinn. So glad you could join the party." "Crowe," Ronan stepped in front of me, his body vibrating with a low, predatory hum. "You’re off your leash." "Am I? Or am I finally exactly where I need to be? This territory was always meant for the strong, not the 'civilized' packs of Grimford."

"The heads of the other syndicates will be arriving at 7 PM." I walked quickly into the study,telling myself not to make a scene.Now wasn't the time. But a receipt on the study desk froze me in my tracks.It was from the most exclusive jeweler in Milan. —A custom black diamond pendant. The long string of zeros at the end felt like a stinging slap to the face. A year ago,Vincent had whispered a promise in my ear,saying he would commission a one-of-a-kind black diamond pendant for me.It was the ultimate symbol of power for a Mafia Donna.

Dozens of them hung from the branches on both sides of the road, tied by their feet with thin silver thread. Their black wings turned slowly in the rain. Like ornaments. Like warnings. At the center of the road, painted in blood across the asphalt, was the same crown-and-claw symbol. Damien stopped the truck. The engine idled. The trees leaned close. Then every dead crow opened its eyes.

“I won’t be dealing with the likes of you. Anyone who can help pull this club out of the pile of dog shit it’s been rolling in has a chance. I don’t give a fuck what color their skin is. You would have killed that baby’s aunt and allowed Kiley to go to a cho-mo. The only nigger I’m looking at is you and that includes anyone who wants to side with you.” I look around again. “If you do, get the fuck out now.” All attention is back on me. “If you plan to stay, you need to know a few facts about exactly who we are. It’s time we begin living up to our name.” I take my cut off and turn it around so everyone sees the emblem. “We’re Crows—a tight-knit family. Loyal. We protect our territory. Like a