The Crow Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

He took my mind off things. At the battle of Riocht, I didn’t feel like I was robbing life. Crawlers are neither ‘were’ nor human. They were unholy creatures made with evil intent, so dispersing of them didn’t play on my conscious. Not like the lives we took at MacTire.

“We’ll explain soon. For now? Double the watch on our clubs. No one touches our streets with that poison. No one.” "And also, if you see any man with a crow tattoo on any spot of his body, shoot to kill," I said, my voice hard. “Yes, boss.” Bruno dipped his head, then melted back into the crowd. Emilio cracked his knuckles, grinning. “Feels like the city missed us.” I said nothing. But in my chest, the shadows twisted. Vincenzio’s warning. Bruno’s intel. The Crows were not just coming. It was already moving in the dark, its roots spreading through the city like rot. And we were standing on the edge of it.

They never saw the group coming. Marco and one of his men took them down with brutal efficiency, and then they were inside. The air burned with chemical fumes, stinging Elena’s eyes and throat. Around a dozen men worked at tables covered in white powder. Shock registered on their faces as armed strangers stormed in. Some reached for weapons. Others froze.

“The world will be a better place once they are all in jail.” Crow stepped up and put his hand on Kizzy’s shoulder. “I can try and find the money you lost, if you like. I do a bit of hacking every once and a while.” Monster looked up at him. “I thought you were sleeping, bird man.” Crow shrugged as he stared at his very large MC brother. “Too pissed to sleep, Monster man.” “Now look,” Monster began. “I had a concussion, ok?” Crow looked surprised. “What?”

I kept my expression neutral as I picked up the card, clicking my tongue softly. "That ornament might look old, but it's still an antique. There's even an auction tag on it. Didn't you notice?" "Yeah, right," Jim scoffed. "My underwear has a tag, too. Guess that makes it an antique." He didn't take the hint at all. Instead, he grabbed my clothes, trying to pull at the fabric. "All that talk, and you're just after money in the end. Quit stalling. Start taking it off. Maybe if the guys here enjoy the show, they might toss you a few bucks to help you pay for the bag."

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 trotted over and laid down on the grass next to her, staying in my wolf form since I had left my clothes behind with her dad and Myles. She was using her magic to grow more wildflowers and weave them together into a flower crown. :Don’t run off like that, June,: I scolded her through our link. She just sighed and glanced at me, patting my wolf’s head. “I’m sorry, Drewbie. I just needed to think. Clear my head.” :And flower crowns help?: I chuckled. “As a matter of fact, they do,” she retorted. “Here,” she added, placing the now finished crown on my head. “Beautiful,” she said with an enormous grin.

A million questions popped into my mind, and I was unable to say them out loud because that door was locked again. I huffed feeling frustrated, that answer had only brought me more questions. Corvo Island was a strong ally of Shivia, located beside us, separated by a few nautical miles from us. Its ruler was John Chase, but he did not call himself king, just Commander, and in addition to commanding the island he still had lands in Shivia. The island of the crow produced many wooden materials, including ships from which they traded to other nations, except for the enemies of Shivia. The two countries were allies for centuries, they were also known for their great forges from which they produc

"It's simple: either you beat me, or you let Utopia disappear from Western Europe." Upon hearing this, the Crow's legs turned to jelly. He tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "My King, give him some face. Just drink a little; he can't expect you to finish all eighteen bowls, right?" I raised an eyebrow. "What do I have to fear? Didn't you just say that Utopia is strong enough to compete with the Python Gang? If that's the case, why should I give him any face?" The crow had no choice but to come clean. "Ancestor, ever since you left Utopia, our gang has been on a downward spiral. I’m not afraid to admit it; the Python Gang could crush us with just a flick of their fingers."

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.