The Crow Book Novels & Stories

They hit the second floor, a long hall stretching into dark, doors everywhere like a damn trap. Roman shoved her left, gun raised, eyes darting. “Study’s up here,” he said. “We can block it off.” “You know this place way too good,” she panted, ducking past him as they ran. “What else you hiding?” “Lots,” he said, blunt as a brick, kicking open a thick oak door. The room stank of leather and old cigars—Dorian’s ghost all over it. A big desk sat heavy in the middle, bookshelves climbing to the ceiling, a window showing the cliffs and the sea thrashing below.

Avery's lilting accent is unmistakable, her words dripping with false sweetness. My breath catches in my throat. The crow tilts its head, those black eyes never leaving mine. "How are you doing this?" I whisper, glancing around to ensure the corridor remains empty. A sound like distant laughter echoes in my mind. "Dark witches have many talents, little wolf. This one simply allows me to check on your progress—or lack thereof." The crow hops closer along the windowsill, its movements jerky and unnatural. From beneath one wing, it produces a small crystal vial filled with clear liquid. The tiny container rolls across the stone sill toward me, catching the torchlight as it moves.

Kai counters. “Enough, Kai. We can worry about diaper duty when the time comes. Now, let's enjoy our breakfast, and then it’s time for me to take you to get your marking, Ever.” Dad shuts down Kai’s whine fest. How could I have forgotten the marking? I can’t wait to have my mark of the coven on my back like the rest of the official members. It’s a crow sitting on top of a skull with shadows swirling around it. It’s totally badass, and I’ve been dreaming about the Moment I get mine.

Total, heavy silence. The only sounds were Rosa's muffled sobs and Marco's labored breathing. Dante's expression changed from one of fury to horror, then disbelief. He stared at me like I was some stranger. Three minutes ticked by. The ping from Swisswell Bank cut through the quiet like a knife. [Your account has been credited with 50,000,000 USD.] I signed my name with a flourish, then tossed the contract onto Marco's shocked mug. "A bad girl and her lackey, bound for eternity. May your wedding tomorrow be as cheery as a wake."

I whistled lowly as I climbed the stairs, hoping never to run into father or anybody that would piss me the fuck off. Some sort of tune was playing in the hallway to my room, and I furrowed my brows. Something about the sound was creepy, and I hastened my steps. Whatever the fuclk was going on in my room, the she-wolves around here know better than to go in there without me explicitly requesting it. I pushed open the door, and the room was dark save for the candle lit on my table. I looked down, and rose petals were everywhere, and I fought the urge not to roll my eyes in irritation. I closed the door after me, getting ready to call whoever did this rubbish.

I hung up and ditched the SIM card down the drain. The manager flashed me a grin and a thumbs-up. "Kid, you're all right." I cracked a smile, grabbed my tray, and got back to work. Every step was agony, my foot screaming with each move, but I pushed through. My sweat was not just sweat; it was the essence of freedom. At ten, my shift ended, and I ducked into the storeroom, poring over "C Language Programming" by the glow of the emergency light. Then the letter came: my ticket to Camford. Teacher James snagged it from the courier, snapped a picture, and sent it my way, all on the sly.

Surprised, he studied the bird, looking for some deformity that would mark the bird as one of Lamashtu’s servants. The crow’s feathers were smooth and inky black, and its head and beak looked well-formed. It was not until Ralin’s gaze moved down to the bird’s feet that he saw it. Instead of having three bent black toes on each foot, this crow had only two toes on one foot and four on the other. Ralin was pretty sure the bird was one of Lamashtu’s minions.

I overcame the disgust and charge towards the monster. With the dagger in my hand, I sprint faster but stop midway. The monster picked up my scent right away. He knows that I am within his territory. He knows that I was the one who sent the beetle. He knows that I was sent here to kill him. He roars a deafening roar that echoed all throughout the forest-- a roar louder than that of the Loud Beetle I threw. I shudder at the sound. Flocks of birds flew up in the sky. Black ravens squawked in the pale moonlight. The monster, furious as ever, charged towards me. Shivering, I sprint for an escape. I attempted to evade it but not too much because of course—I was sent here to kill it, not enrage it

While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock on my window I saw a crow. I immediately opened my and saw that its eyes were very red, almost the color of blood, and also its body was very black. It looks horrible. I was stopped when I saw a paper pinned into the crow's foot so I picked it up. But before that, it pecked my hand first which causes me to let go of the paper and hold my hand that is now bleeding because its beak is too sharp to the point that my hand bleeds and it stings. Then it suddenly left and I saw from its spot earlier the paper stuck to its foot. I immediately took it and opened it and I almost crumpled the paper because of what was on the

Another addition to the magnificent collection that he already had in his harem. I sat there, thinking about the one whom I had promised my soul and my body. I couldn't save it for him. And I was about to give up on everything in it's entirety, but it was at this point when I saw the black crow , come right at me. It was the middle of the night and the crow came and sat right on my hand and it's eyes glowed with a red that was frightening.