The Crow Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

“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 council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown. Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.

Williams climbed in after me, and I noticed his visible anger. “The Alpha couldn’t welcome you himself because apparently there’s a welcome party for you already.” He hissed through his teeth, and I just shrugged. Most small-town Alphas like these try to inflate their own ego and forget what pack politics even meant to begin with. “Is there something unsettling in the air, or is it just me?” I asked finally, and he looked confused. I told him not to worry about it. I focused on just clearing my head and on not letting anything affect me. Noctis, my wolf, started pacing aggressively in my head as we got closer to the packhouse of the pack, and I tried everything to get him to stop, but he wou

“Do you believe this is simple loyalty? You do not comprehend the forces at play. The Veil… they provide stability. The crown… it will destroy everything if misused.” Aera shook her head, the crown’s glow intensifying as if emphasising her resolve. “The crown does not destroy—it chooses. And it has chosen me. Your justifications will not absolve you of your actions.” Corvin made a desperate move, lunging for a concealed dagger. Kael intercepted him, steel clashing with steel. Liora raised a barrier that flared around the room, forcing Corvin back. Aera extended her hand, the crown pulsing outward. Corvin was lifted, suspended by invisible energy, unable to resist.

Total, heavy silence. The only sounds were Rosa's muffled sobs and Marco's labored breathing. Dante's expression changed from one of fury to horror, then disbelief. He stared at me like I was some stranger. Three minutes ticked by. The ping from Swisswell Bank cut through the quiet like a knife. [Your account has been credited with 50,000,000 USD.] I signed my name with a flourish, then tossed the contract onto Marco's shocked mug. "A bad girl and her lackey, bound for eternity. May your wedding tomorrow be as cheery as a wake."

Dozens of them hung from the branches on both sides of the road, tied by their feet with thin silver thread. Their black wings turned slowly in the rain. Like ornaments. Like warnings. At the center of the road, painted in blood across the asphalt, was the same crown-and-claw symbol. Damien stopped the truck. The engine idled. The trees leaned close. Then every dead crow opened its eyes.

Her pocket sagged with the vial’s weight, that damn glass nagging her, and Ezra’s laugh still rang in her head—his smug ass waving the key like a prize. “Grab something!” Roman shouted, voice torn over the rush, his other hand scrabbling at the wall’s edge, now just a crumbled lip of concrete. The water was winning, surging up her ribs, tugging at her soaked jacket. She gagged on it, tasting mud and salt, her arm screaming where the knife had cut—blood swirling red in the dark churn.

It looks as normal as it could be. "I did it..." she whispered when the crow stopped squawking and fixed its gaze upon her. Karmina held the candle just a tad bit closer and noticed the blood that stained its dark feathers was also covered in black ink. She reached out cautiously and ran her fingers along its feathers, the black tainted blood smeared her fingers. As she smiled, the sense of relief washing over her, the crow's body expanded. First in its belly, then its head, until its body ruptured. She let out a scream as feathers, blood and bones splattered her and the inside of her hut.

“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.”

I make certain I sit there next to him, so if he wakes up, he knows I love him and would not leave him. It is late afternoon, and it is time to head to King William Castle, I wait until the sun was just going down. I grab the Archers and soldiers and have a soldier carry our gear. I have us all dressed in black with black masks. I teleport all of us to right outside the Vampire King's castle. I get them positioned in the trees facing the king's balcony. Then we wait. We were there an hour or two, and then a figure in a dark robe came out, I had the Archers ready to shoot and as soon as the person turned around, I Mind-Linked FIRE! The arrows hit their mark, but my mouth dropped open, and I c