The Crow Crew Novels & Stories

I sneered. "Oh, really?" A woman's voice cut in from behind me, edged with anger. The crowd parted immediately, heads bowing as they greeted her. "Ms. Neel!"

Because he already possessed four. Nine remaining Crowns. Scattered across the world. Then one light stood out. Bright blue. Far away. Then another. Silver. Then another. Black. Then the vision zoomed outward. Showing something much larger. Something terrifying. The Crown network. All thirteen fragments. Connected. Waiting. Building toward something. Then the vision vanished. Immediately. Thomas staggered. Breathing heavily. Then Henry caught him. Then: "What did you see?" Silence. Then Thomas answered. Then:

Fortunately, he only experienced it for a moment before everything returned to normal, with the sound of a crow already perched on his shoulder, with the crow's eyes looking at him anxiously. From a long time ago, the Berthold family had a strong bond with the crows thanks to the grace of Morrigan's blood flowing within their bodies, attracting the crows to be by their side whenever they needed it. In his case, the crow realized his fear. The crow gave him a reassuring look, and in an instant, the fear he was experiencing just disappeared.

Bianca woke up as a Queen and no wild flying bird objected to her reign. As the crows soared through the moonlit sky, their numbers began to multiply. One by one, more joined the flock, their glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light. The flapping of their wings echoed in the stillness of the night as they came together, united by their shared mission. With each passing moment, the flock grew larger, like an unstoppable force gathering strength. The crows cawed with determination, their voices echoing through the dense forest. They flew through the trees, their wings beating in perfect harmony, their beady eyes focused on the goal ahead.

But the real wound was watching Damien’s face as the world tore into him again. “Got it,” Marcus said finally, leaning back. “Full dossier on Elias Crowe. Everything. You both need to see this.” We gathered around the largest screen. Marcus didn’t sugarcoat anything. “Crowe wasn’t just an enemy of Damien’s operation. He was supposed to be Jacob’s getaway driver the night of the robbery.” The first document hit hard: a signed agreement between Crowe and Jacob Cross. Crowe had planned the entire score—targeting a rival’s shipment they believed held untraceable cash. Damien had warned his brother against it, but Jacob was desperate to prove himself independent.

Even the vampires, who bowed to no living thing, dipped their heads in acknowledgment. A crown was brought forth not the heavy gold circlet I had worn, not a symbol of dominion and divine right, but something entirely different. It was woven from moon-silver that seemed to glow with its own light and phoenix feathers that burned without consuming, a crown that represented unity rather than supremacy, service rather than rule, balance rather than power.

We all rush out to the front of the house and see warriors running toward the forest, meeting up with—who I can only assume—are the rogues. “Alpha Warrick!” The rogue leader named Crow, the one I remember from the festival, rushes toward us with two other rogues behind him. They carry bodies and drop them in front of us. Warrick looks back at Colt. “Are these men from your pack?” Colt looks at them, and he and I both nod. I recognize them too. “There are more of them!” a warrior shouts, running out of the forest. “We caught a few others at the border!” another says.

Crow let out a huge sigh and then bent down to use the Russian’s shirt to wipe his knife clean. “What the fuck was that?” Monster asked. Crow looked up at the men staring at him. “I ended him, that’s what.” “Wait, wait…” Maverick shook his head. “You’re an IT man.” “Yeah, so?” Crow stood and placed his knife carefully back into its sheath at his waist. Breed laughed. “I suppose I never told any of you about Crow here.” Monster, who thought he was Crow’s best buddy, glanced at him then again, stared at Crow.

"Ahm ... No, who are you anyway? Jin replied, without any emotion. The muscular men seemed to be insulted by what Jin said, "okay, let me tell you who we are and what danger you will face now, we are members of the Crow ax gang 1st territory, under the leadership of Grandboss -"Before he could finish what he was going to say, Jin turned his back on him and went to Bianca," Are you okay? "Jin asked," Yes, I'm now okay. "Answered Bianca, then Jin lifted her up.

There never had been. Then howls rose at the border. Long, layered, echoing howls, dozens of throats at once, and every wolf in the clearing froze, because those were not Blackmoor voices. The gates swung open and black vehicles rolled through, flanked by warriors with the royal crest on their shoulders, and the entire pack dropped to its knees around me. The warriors forced me down with them, my knees hitting dirt, the loose cuff swinging from my wrist, and my heart was slamming without knowing why yet.