The Crow Book Novels & Stories

“I won't let these mongrels steal a chance at real happiness.” Warren spun and spread the wings, the adlets spread out on instinct, Warren gutted two more and raced to the second mounted leader. Heavy gunfire and smoke hailed the coming of the Scald Crow, “Did somebody order back up?” Jack's disembodied voice shouted. The adlets tripped over themselves to get away, and several hurled spears only to have them clatter against the Scald Crows Superior armor. The heavy guns roared until the furry invaders were out of sight.

Raven did not reply and just shove a half of a whole pancake once in his mouth, avoiding the question. “Do not worry brother, it is not bad to be still hooked at fairytales at this age.” “I am not!” Raven uttered while his mouth was full and he coughed a bit, chewing his food and swallowing it before he continued. “She just reminded me of it.” “Yeah, coz you are a beast yourself.” “Whatever Crowden.” “I know you still have the book, you like keeping books. You might want to lend it to her.” “Yeah, do you still have it?”

” I asked him. ”Aha… I see. It isn't for me to tell although it explains a lot about your predicaments. Nevertheless, I don't have much time with you, so ask away.” Crow lowered his body, it looked like he was sitting down, and from nothing- a chair emerged on which he sat. How in the world did he do that? ”Please, have a seat.” He said and gestured with his hand. I looked in front of him and saw how tiny bits of dust were gathering and forming a chair, centered in front of him.

Albert sneakered, “Now, now. That's an unrefined attack. It was so slow. Did my Crimson Blade become rusty under that Benedict and Dark King's roof? White Crow was even overprotective of you.” “I'll Kill You! ” Zitrey only mumbled. With a vein suddenly burgeon her hand and in the forehead, White Crow suddenly flew sidewards and bumped strongly in the wall, when Zitrey aimed at her waist which she failed to block it. The Raven flew upwards away from them, yet rest on the roof watching.

He sat down and put his hands over his headphones. Damian stood up. He drew his gun. I drew mine. We walked into the circle. "Alpha Sinclair," The Crow said. His voice was smooth, melodic. It didn't sound like a villain's voice. It sounded like a priest's. "And the Mother. You have finally arrived." "Step away from the altar," Damian ordered, leveling his weapon at The Crow’s chest. "We are here for the cure. Not a fight." "There is no cure for what he is," The Crow said sadly. "Only a release." He gestured to the altar. It was carved with runnels for blood. "The boy is an Abomination, Damian. He is a breach in the natural order. The Prime blood was meant to die out for a reason. It is too v

“If the wolf is this strong—” “He is not the problem,” Crowe interrupted softly. “He is the symptom.” He wiped his hand clean on the altar cloth. The crimson smear bloomed bright against white linen, a mockery of holy things. “The problem,” he said, “is the woman he follows.” “The vampire?” Crowe looked toward the stained glass window that no longer had glass—only rain and morning fog peering in. “The ghost of New York,” he said. “Silver Belmot.” The name came out almost reverent.

We walk around, but that’s all there is other than the smell. “It’s quiet, too quiet.” Ari comments. I realize she is correct. I don’t even hear the sound of birds or any animals. Nothing for miles surrounding the cemetery as if it’s been abandoned by the wildlife. Crows love to frequent cemeteries as they are spies for my coven. They alert us to where the spirits are or where there might be trouble which means there had to be a crow here at some point. Something isn't right. “Something is not right here, Ari. We should go and call my dad. It seems we have a few things to report to him. Let’s go back to the town and talk to some locals.” I stop siphoning her abilities as we walk back to the

"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

Purpose III Third Person’s POV The night that Samel and the others took the time to visit the mining cave, Crow was also restless while spying at the city lord manor from the dark. He has been crouched down on a hidden roof that is diagonally across the territory of the city lord manor, and even the slightest movement of the coming and going carriages did not escape his eyes. But what thrilled him was the fact that he saw a carriage without any guards driving out of the gate of the manor, and he caught sight of a figure that resembles the young lord of Rebelliad from his information.