The Crow Eric Draven Novels & Stories

“If you look at our crowns, they show a story instead.” Nocturne took his crown off with his free hand. He had never looked at it very closely. It wasn’t like he had ever wanted to rule the underworld in the first place. The other two did the same. Draven’s was red and Celeste’s was white. When they were laid out in the order of the figures on the throne, there was a story shown with the figures. Draven’s showed the devil stabbing a human in front of the grim reaper and on the other side, the devil was holding hands with the archangel. On Celeste’s the archangel was stabbing a human in front of the grim reaper and holding hands with the devil on the back.

Gritting my molars, I stated firmly that the money was no issue, but the safety of my family was catching a raised brow from Cedric. “I mean Eva's safety,” I quickly reiterated, causing Gideon and Jace to cover their faces at my gaffe. “Jaxon Wellspring is probably the culprit. He's a rogue hunter from the Crescent Moon pack and is a hybrid warlock and wolf,” Gideon Landers asserted while rubbing his chin. “Can you transport us to him?” I asked. Shaking his head, he explained that he could only teleport to individuals whom he had met in person. “I have only heard about him; however, I can take us to the pine forest you mentioned, and we can search for his forest home,” Gideon offered.

The Einherjar accepted the incoming secure communications request, and the holoprojection of a towering albino drogar appeared on the Tactical Bridge. The sight of her caused every officer to gasp in surprise and awe. They had never seen a drogar that large and imposing. They felt the drogar’s presence close to stifling. Everyone but Freya, of course. “Colviss? Why’re you reaching out?” she asked. “Hail, Ra’ventrii,” Colviss replied. “Apologies for interrupting. From my understanding, you are likely in the middle of a critical operation.” “You could say that. Please don’t tell me that you’ve opened comms just to convince us to stop. Because as I’ve told your boss so many times before, we’re

“Not that interesting in all honesty. My ancestor got bitten by a wolf, the wolf was cursed. Hey presto, first shapeshifter.” “Oh… I heard a winged beast cursed some siblings.” “Not ever heard of that,” Christopher grunted as he picked up a larger carved boulder. “Was probably a lie, what stories do you know?” she probed, trying a heavier boulder. “Nothing that interesting, I suppose Daniel the Diabolical is kind of fun, but of course you’ll know about him.” Klara frowned, “No, never heard of him.” “Oh…” Christopher looked confused, “Erm…” his confusion turned to discomfort. “It’s not actually that fun… or interesting.”

His gray eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, the corner of his mouth twitching. "As much as it is to watch you two drool over each other, can we get a move on with our orders? In case you've forgotten, there is a war going on out there, and we are nowhere near winning it." I drawled, pulling the attention back to me. Draven narrowed his eyes, a green glow mixing with them as his dragon showed its presence. Draven, dirty blonde, a few shades lighter than my hair, was braided back; he was taller than me by two inches, his shoulders a little wider than mine. But I didn't let him bully me around. I could punch just as hard as him and fight just as well.

Adrian stopped. Jamie turned, heart pounding. “I just wanted you to know.” Adrian studied him, something raw flickering behind his eyes. “It should.” “Maybe,” Jamie said. “But it doesn’t.” Adrian stepped closer, close enough that Jamie could feel the warmth radiating off him. “That,” Adrian said quietly, “is exactly what scares me.” They stood there, suspended in the space between words and action, the city holding its breath around them. And somewhere deep beneath the surface, La Corona Nera shifted, aware that something fragile and dangerous had just been seen and couldn’t be unseen.

“Three warriors. Ten minutes each. You defeat them or you survive. If you fail, you leave Shadowfang.” My fingers curl slowly. I scan the crowd without meaning to and i find him instantly. Elric. He’s standing stiff, eyes locked on me like he’s afraid to blink. When our eyes meet, something settles in my chest. A gate opens. The first warrior steps in. Drake. He’s massive. Broad shoulders. Thick arms crossed over his chest. He cracks his neck like this is already over. He grins at me. “Try not to cry,” he says. “I hate boring fights.”

“I discovered something very terrifying about Edric Shade.” The air in the room changes as Draven's countenance becomes menacing. “What did you discover?” I swallow. “That he is evil.” “Can you elaborate?” I never thought a single question could sound so terrifying. “He’s working with Zarek to not just bring down but also rule the wolves of Ashridge Hollow.” “That son of a bitch,” Draven growls, sounding enraged, but he doesn’t crush my hand in his anger. He's trying his best to stay level-headed, his ragged breathing proving he can maintain control. “How did he know you knew?”

Naham and Roman were nervous as they clung to their mates, watching a large group of hybrids line up near Atticus. Atticus spoke to his people and promised that their forever home was almost ready. The king looked toward Naham and Roman, but both were too frightened to leave their mate's arms. Atticus smiled at Naham and Roman, and then, the next moment, Draven burst out of his body like an explosion. His long tail stretched out behind his body, and his claws sank into the ground. His eyes burned with fire, and he looked directly at Naham and Roman. The area between his scales seemed transparent, allowing one to see the fire burning inside the large beast. Smoke seeped from his body as his n

By the time the final body hit the ground, the courtyard was a sea of red. I stood at the center of it, breathing hard, my claws still dripping. Her father had fallen back, horror etched across his features. His council sat paralyzed, soaked in the blood of their own men. And there, calm as a midnight breeze, Draven leaned against a pillar, sipping his smoothie like we were at a tavern. He glanced at their confused faces. “He’s a Lycan, remember?” he said casually. “You don’t summon war and expect a welcome.”