The Crow Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Cein giggled at the look on her face and he walked out of his hiding place. “Very funny,” the redhead snorted and picked up the book from the floor. She read the title and realized it wasn't what she sought. She placed it back in its position and grabbed the next book but suddenly, Cein was in front of her, smiling wide and large, just like the glasses on his face. Reyna ignored him with a tsk. She wondered why the brothers chose to embarrass themselves with these glasses when they did not need them. Werewolves have sharp senses; it was like insulting the moon goddess's intelligence by using those human tools.

Before midnight, the four assassins-Emery, Jadeite, Secora, and Cataleena- were all ready to depart from the headquarters after briefing themselves on the plan they had to follow. Each of them was wearing their identical combat apparel with their faces covered with a mask and was equipped with their weapons before they got on each horse. It was rather chillier that midnight compared to the other nights, but Emery thought it was just probably her feeling that way. She had gone through many missions before but this time, she felt like something bad was going to happen… something that she was not expecting.

Are you okay? "I think I sprained my ankle when we were falling." Kai swooped Anna off her feet and carried her in bridal style. He began to take careful steps forward until they stepped into the light. He looked around the strange place they were in. There were fire torches hanged at every corner of the room and the room was occupied with a old and dusty shelf containing only a book, a wooden table, a stool and a bed. Everywhere was dirty and full of cobwebs. "What is this place?" Anna asked as she looked around. Kai walked to the stood and placed Anna down carefully. Anna raised her sprained ankle up and held Kai for support. Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it.

Silent, accurate. And then I saw it tucked in Kael’s limp grip. A letter, sides soaked in blood. The seal pressed into the wax sent ice through my blood. A crow, wings spread wide, drawn in red. The Crow symbol. Elara’s voice broke the quiet. “What… what does that mean?” I clenched the letter, my hand shaking. My mind roared with memories, with threats long hidden. “It means,” I whispered, eyes on the shadows that watched us still, “we’re already too late.”

Grasping one he bounds over to the girl as others tried to help her from the crow. With one smack of the broom, Cylester sends the bird flying across the room. It falls ungracefully, trying and failing to right itself. Another hard smack has its neck twisting in an odd angle that lets everyone know it was dead as its body stills. Cylester lifts his head to stare at the wolves crowding the room. "Where did the crow come from?" He asked, voicing his curiosity.

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of

He jumped to the table's edge, expanded his mouth, and cawed hysterically once again. The book was thrown across the room by Peter. The crow took to the skies after being cut by the book, soaring back into the bathroom and out an open window, vanishing into the night. Both Peter and I were exhaling heavily. He turned to look at me as I leaned against the desk, slumped down, trying to calm my beating heart.

But I willed myself to be calm. The crow landed on the ground a few metres away from me and I stared at him in desperation. How was I going to fight off nine dark ones, stronger than any human men? The crow blinked at me and I suddenly felt something beneath me. Something sharp. The dark ones got closer to me but every time I snarled, they backed away a little.

But when I do so, crows flew into the hallway. Doors opened and the wolves of the Crystal River screamed when the crows went to attack them. "Get her!" I hear a loud yell behind me as I started running down the hallway. Another shatter of glass and roaring screams downstairs mingled into the air as I watch in shock at the many crows flying upstairs. I ducked and fought my way through them as they relentlessly attacked the wolves. I stumbled on the stairs when I notice male wolves, those who were warriors storming up the stairs towards me. The crows were slowing them down.

Then I was gone. By the time the council convened again, the tension in the city had thickened. Rumors of wolves in the east, of rogue magic flaring at the borders, of a bloodline pact broken — or worse, forged in secret. I didn’t attend. I stood at the threshold of the ruins once more, where stone met sky, waiting for the next move. He wasn’t afraid of the hunt. He was born for it.