The Crow Crew Novels & Stories

Then, he threw his head back and yelled, "Stop bluffing! If you're actually going to tear it down, where's the crew? It's the final day, and there isn't a single soul in sight! You're just—" Before he could finish speaking, the heavy roar of engines echoed from the distance. A convoy of excavators and cranes slowly rolled down the road, grinding to a halt just a stone's throw away. Workers dressed in high-visibility uniforms and hard hats climbed down from the cabs. The foreman, Nicholas Reed, stepped to the front, shouting over the crowd, "Is Mr. Crowe here? We're the demolition crew."

"Beckie Cawpow, have you lost your mind, daring to snatch Miss Dickey? "Check your neck. How many heads do you think you have?" Beckie was frozen in place, her mind still reeling from the chaos that had just erupted, until the young man's voice cut through her daze. That was when she snapped out of it and noticed the golden crow stitched onto his chest. She gasped. "You're... You're with the Golden Crow!" The Golden Crow was the top branch of the notorious Bamboo Sword Sect, a name that struck fear into many.

The paparazzo couldn't help repeating, "I'll definitely make you famous." Upon hearing that, Landon smiled faintly. He tilted his head and lit a cigarette. After tapping it twice, he instructed the crow, "Get rid of him." The paparazzo didn't understand what was happening until the crow raised his hands. Instantly, the man froze, unmoving. Even the falling snow seemed suspended midair. The crow murmured, "How did a paparazzo find out about the crew's private dinner?" Despite his age, the crow still couldn't fathom the darkness of human nature.

And then I saw the mark on the back of one of their necks. The Crow’s mark. My chest went cold. Recognition hit before terror. These weren’t just the Crow’s men. I’d seen them before in meetings with Achilles. Men from the Russo family. Professional, efficient, and deadly. They weren’t here to rob. They were here to punish. I pressed Sienna closer to me, whispering, “Stay quiet. Do exactly what I say.” Her small body shook against mine. I felt it. Felt every ounce of fear she tried to hide.

“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.

Detroit~ Detroit watched the footage. He saw how two people in black climbed over the hotel walls with a person slung over their shoulder. He saw the precision in their movements, the lethal quiet, the way they scaled like shadows born of smoke. His brows creased. He knew those skills. These weren’t ordinary men. These weren’t mercenaries or random thugs hired for a night’s work. These were The Obsidian Crows.

“Where are the others?” *“Guarded,”* the crow says. *“The light shards by memory. The dark by malice.”* Jarek slams the black shard down beside it. The table cracks, the two shards repelling each other like rival magnets. “And if we don’t play this game?” The shadow crow laughs from the rafters. *“Then your world becomes mine.”* --- **The Hunt Begins** We split at dawn. Selene and Kieran follow the golden crow north. Jarek takes the shadow crow south, despite Ryland’s protests.

Reiven rasped. “Here!” Echo coughed, voice cracking. “Reiven—!” But another sound cut through the smoke: boots. Heavy. Fast. Coming closer. Reiven blinked hard, forcing his vision to steady. Crow. Of course the bastard was still alive. Crow stood through the haze, blood dripping down from his shoulder, his pistol fixed on Echo—who was crawling backwards against a collapsed metal beam, chest heaving. Reiven’s instincts roared. “Don’t—touch—him.”

As the plane prepared for takeoff, the Bellini family group chat suddenly came alive. Mother posted a photo of Bianca wearing a UCLA sweatshirt. Bianca officially committed to UCLA! Valentina, you accepted Cornell, didn’t you? We’ll hold a joint college send-off dinner tomorrow. Dante replied immediately. Stop sulking before then. The entire family is expected to attend. Then Luca sent me a private message: I’ll pick you up myself. I stared at their messages for a long moment. Then I left the group chat and blocked every one of them. The plane lifted from the runway, and New York disappeared beneath the clouds. None of them knew I was already gone.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.