The Crow Eric Draven Novels & Stories

“Very good Drake. Very good. I have always wondered where we will meet Drake. We need to get over this, don't we? I am coming out, and so is Lazarus. Prepare your people, it's going to get nasty.” “Well, come out and let's see.” Drake says. As usual the echo goes on for a while. The door opens and a big figure emerges. Eric is bigger than he was in the battlefield, than he has always been. “Why is Eric so big, bigger than usual?” I ask Tiffany as Lazarus walks out too. “Enhancements. The doctor gave him muscle enhancing drugs and he has been taking them religiously. Drake should be very careful. Eric is so strong, a bull inside a china shop.”

The blonde wolf is no longer, he is drenched completely in blood, which barely has time to dry before the next layer gets added. What is left of the white of his eyes is now bloodshot, not a single trace of the original amber color remains, instead a maniacal look in the pitch blackness, there is no trace of humanity, even though there is an element of control left. Draven rips through the last of the rogues with just as much brutality as the first. In a matter of minutes he has laid waste to over ten creatures, yet nothing is enough to satisfy him. He is so caught up that it takes him a moment to even register as a dangerous presence drops down silently from the trees above.

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—”