The Crow Crew Novels & Stories

It is the coldest place and this should explain why they have these features. They do not face the crowd nor do they look around. They lock their eyes to the three of us on the table and simply walk their way towards us. A shiver runs up and down my spine at their presence. I suddenly felt the urge to run and wish I never was in here. They give me a killing vibe and I am growing even more uncomfortable as they near the table. When they reach the table, my father stands up and says, "Kael, Aurora, please welcome King Marcus, Queen Amanda, and the two princes from Aether, Alec, and Ezekiel Kondstadt."

Screw it! Roxanne knew she was going to die the second four more wolves appeared behind the first one, their black eyes looking more lethal and their fangs ready to rip some skin. "Ciel, take her and leave; we will keep them at bay!" Roxie snapped her head to violent eyes who yelled and she almost wanted to bite off his head. There were plenty of places to kidnap someone but instead, these cretinous yet gorgeous guys thought it would be best to take their victims to a wolf-infested forest, and now they were all going to die as a result of their stupidity!

I mean, “Will you do me a favor and get lost?” he said while fixing the hem of his fitted dress shirt, “Why didn’t Xerxes come? He knew about this one, my god,” he dramatically fixed his hair on his forehead. “You’re there, nothing to worry about,” the woman said, “Come on, let’s get this done,” All of us were divided based on our factions; The Canine, The Dawn, The Sabletail, The Wildridge, and The Averrant.

Since it was a Saturday, the children could play as much as they liked. … Old Crows Town was a small town. From above, the outline of the town looked like a crow with black outlines and everything. No one knew how exactly how long Old Crow Town had been around. Not even Old Cabbage, the oldest man in the town. Many of the members in the town had either migrated there or the members of the older generation who knew anything about the town’s history were long dead.

I couldn’t risk anymore. *We need to fight them here, we can’t fight them at home,* Crow insisted. I lightly shook my head as the copter began to lift. *We’re far too outnumbered, all of our northern territory is vacated, we’d have some loss of buildings and other property. But it’s a better bet than us walking into a slaughter here,* I said to Crow, as my eyes darted all over below. Where the fuck are you Dane? When we touched down about an hour later, Crow wouldn’t stop bitching at me. He was nearly ready to tear my skull in two. He called Dane our mate. I’d give anything for that to be the truth.

“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

Though clarity followed soon enough. “Let go of me, you bastard,” he growled. “Who the hell are you?” Damien asked. “You aren’t one of my pack.” “I’m a rogue, and damn proud of it,” Crow said. He grinned, that same shit-eating grin was even more unnerving without the skull mask. His eyes were wild, even with the large bruise blooming over half-his face. He looked crazed. “Feel that, Alpha? It’s shame. A rogue destroyed your warriors.”

Shadows erupted from the treeline. Dozens of creatures poured from the darkness—feral vampires, twisted and rabid, their eyes glowing red like coals in the dark. Their movements were jerky, unnatural, like puppets dragged by invisible strings. Behind them, rogue wolves emerged, foam at their mouths, their snarls feral and wrong.“They’re controlled,” Damien snarled, eyes flashing. His wolf surged, his growl deep and commanding. “This isn’t random. Someone sent them.”

"We are—settled. Unified. No longer arguing internally." "Who are you?" Lady Seraphine demanded. "Are you Lyra? Kael? All of them? None of them?" We considered. Accessed memories from five childhoods, five perspectives, five loves that had merged into something greater. "We are the Broken Crown," we said simply. "We were five. Now we are one. And we will govern as one." "That is not reassuring," Seraphine observed. "Nothing about us has ever been reassuring." Through our cosmic awareness, we suddenly felt something approaching. Something massive. Something that made the Void Emperor look insignificant by comparison.

"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