The Crow Crew Novels & Stories

The metal buttons flew off into the sand, and my shoulders were instantly exposed to the chill air. The surrounding, malicious prying gazes closed in on me. Bart let out a wild roar and raised his massive hand high, ready to rip away the remaining buttons. "Stop!" At that critical moment, the sky abruptly darkened. A deafening roar instantly drowned out all the jeers and laughter as gale-force winds whipped up, churning sand and dust into the air. Ten heavy-duty military helicopters, emblazoned with the blood-red emblem of the Royal Guard, hovered at low altitude. Their searchlights pierced through the darkness and locked onto Mr. Rocha and Bart in unison.

"You may arrest paper. You may arrest hats. You will not arrest my crew." "By order," the officer tried. "By order," Kade agreed. "We'll oblige you. We'll go. And we'll take the names with us." He lifted two fingers, the smallest order. The crew coiled out of a present they'd unwrapped before breakfast: knives away, cudgels down, bodies turned toward the street that led to the docks. The steps caught the choice like a disease, motion without decision.

My skin crawls at the thought of baring his disgusting mark. Crow's large toned body is almost identical to Trent's, and that makes my worry only grow. They are as even as my mate was to Gunnar. Trent attacks first, and Crow dodges in the nick of time. He swipes at the womanizer's black pelt but also misses. Trent strikes again and lands a hard blow to Crow's head. Crow stumbles, and Trent attacks. He claws Crow's face, and when Crow lifts his arm to block, Trent latches onto it.

I uttered, pointing at Raven as I uttered his name and at Crowden when I spoke his. They are Crow and Raven. Goddess! Two black birds that looks similar with only a few differences in features, and they are both scavengers. Just like them two… They look so much similar, just this Crowden right here looks bubbly and has a softer features compared to Raven’s rough one. Crowden looks more friendly with his all smiles face and the way he talk and make jokes, he and Beta Lufin would definitely clicked and make fun of Raven, that is for sure.

Are you okay? "I think I sprained my ankle when we were falling." Kai swooped Anna off her feet and carried her in bridal style. He began to take careful steps forward until they stepped into the light. He looked around the strange place they were in. There were fire torches hanged at every corner of the room and the room was occupied with a old and dusty shelf containing only a book, a wooden table, a stool and a bed. Everywhere was dirty and full of cobwebs. "What is this place?" Anna asked as she looked around. Kai walked to the stood and placed Anna down carefully. Anna raised her sprained ankle up and held Kai for support. Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it.

"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

The first time I really heard the words "old crow" was during the company's Monday morning meeting. Sadie Laurent kept her eyes down as I scolded her, a teardrop glistening at the corner of her lashes. And during the short break, someone muttered under their breath, "She really is an old crow—always picking on the young and pretty ones." For a moment, my thoughts froze. That single line stirred up a storm. Whispers rippled across the room, each one sharper than the last.

"The Crown showed them the future." The image changed again. Lyra saw the three ancient rulers staring into the crown. Then their expressions changed. Shock. Fear. Horror. The Empty King suddenly staggered backward. The creature roared. The Hollow Queen began crying. The giant being never moved. Never approached. As though it already knew what they had seen. "What did they see?" Cassian asked. The answer came softly. "The end." Silence followed. The vision shifted once more. A future battlefield. Dead worlds.

They were not from the Raven, and Nicole could not figure out who it could be. "They're from an organization called The Crow. Rumor has it that the head of this organization is the brother of the founder of the Raven. However, The Crow has never publicly revealed their relationship with the Raven, and I only found out about this after sacrificing the lives of two of my informants," he said.

Through a break in the trees, the wreckage appeared—twisted beams still smoldering, metal glinting dully in the headlights. Riven killed the engine. “We’re here.” They hit the mud running, weapons up. Ari scanned the shadows. Kael swept left, moving like a wolf through the wet grass. Riven flanked the right side, pistol raised. Harlow and Roman closed off the rear, methodical and tense. Then—crack. A twig underfoot. Crowe stepped into view, face slick with rain, a knife glinting in his hand. His grin was wide and wordless.