The Crow Eric Draven Novels & Stories

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

I was having fun, so I was annoyed when I had to come back here. What surprised me even more, was that Everly had a war scythe and tried to reap my soul. I knew she was hiding something. She’s hiding the fact that she belongs to the Coven of the Crow and Shadows. The same coven who took my father away from me. Now that I didn’t see coming. However, the pure look of shock on her face when she realized I was a hybrid was priceless. “Nothing to say, Little Reaper?” I taunt, letting go of her hand with her war scythe.

Erica's cry awakened Viktor. His adrenaline was pumped up as a result of Erica's scream. "Aros!" Viktor had summoned his wolf. "I understand," Aros responded. Aros's sharp fangs came out, his sharp claws on his feet, and his body grew even bigger. The ants don’t care about Viktor’s body development and appearance. The ants still approach Viktor even though they are helpless. Viktor moved faster to kill the ants. He needs to speed up killing them because Erica is in a dangerous situation. If he lasts longer, she may die from the bites of the ants on her.

Kaizen suddenly spoke, making Roxie flinch beside him. Lucien whirled to him and advanced. Roxie used the opportunity to study him. His frame was bigger than Maverick and Kaizen and he was just as taller than them; he reminded her of Alpha Oizys. His eyes were a mocking and ridiculing shade of gray and his hair was a tenebrific black, Roxie realized there was nothing peculiar about his features and couldn't be compared to the beauty that was Kaizen.

We can go get our people. “Something you want to add, Maxy” I say with sarcasm. “The stupid rat bastard” He says as his eyes flash. “He is a dragon by the name of Morbius. He works as one of the lackies inside of the facility. Its who I got the first coordinates from a few days ago. I already have a team assembled. With your permission first” He rushes to add.

“I was starting to think you’d invented her as an excuse for why you’ve been walking into trees and forgetting entire conversations.” Declan closed his eyes. “Corren.” Elora arched a brow, unimpressed. “He does that even when I’m not around.” That earned her Corren’s full attention — and a sharp, delighted laugh. “Oh, I like you already.” He flicked a look at Declan. “She bites back. Took you long enough.” Declan muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a prayer. Corren stepped closer to Elora, offering a quick, easy bow that carried no weight of rank. “Corren Eldritch. His much more charming, significantly less patient brother. You’ve done something remarkable, you

Drake furrowed his brows, ¨but?¨ He asked, aware that Eric was skeptical about something. ¨He killed one of our men¨, Eric said at last and there was a brief silence. Drake smiled wickedly, ¨good¨. He said slowly, ¨good¨, he added and tension sparks flew in the air. ¨Now keep him well and alive for me, he has a larger debt now¨. Drake said and Eric sighed in relief. The phone was hung up immediately and Drake remained silent for a while. He looked down at his hands, his Cynthia, he would avenge her. He thought. Whatever it is they did, he would avenge her.

Dimitri slammed a man through a glass bidding table so hard that it shattered beneath him. Gerald barked into the comms, “Lower west tunnel secured! Move! Move!” Men screamed. Glass shattered. Wolves howled. And at the center of it all— Draven. Covered in blood. Breathing death. Eyes black as hell. He tore through anyone in his path with merciless precision. “WHERE IS SHE?” he roared, grabbing a bleeding auctioneer by the jaw. The man sobbed. “S-second level—special holding—please—”

And just twenty yards away, near the narrow opening of the northern pass, stood Draven himself, his dark brown wolf form shifting slowly back into his human shape. He stood there wrapped in a heavy fur cloak, his face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred as he looked past Gabriel, his yellow eyes landing directly on me, and the woman riding right beside me. "Vivian," Draven spat, his voice rough and laced with a thick, heavy venom. "You miserable, traitorous bitch.”

and emailed Marcus Greer back. "Give me a number." The reply came thirty seconds later. Marcus had been waiting for the email. "Two million. Cash. Untraceable. Forty-eight hours." Damien closed his eyes. Two million was not about money. Marcus knew Damien could write a two-million-dollar check in his sleep. Two million was the amount of money a desperate man asks for when he wants to say, " You owe me this for ruining my life. The amount itself was an insult as much as a price tag.