The Crow Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

All warriors were gathering behind me, keeping their eyes locked at Crow. James took a few steps forward. His hands balled up fists. But as he was about to reach me, crow flicked his hand and James flew back. He was caught by Alex who's eyes were black. He was covered in blood and had bite marks up and down his arms. ”This is between you and me,” Crow said as he looked at me. I nodded my head before turning to James. His eyes were glowing and his canines were showing. ”It’s okay,” I said with a smile.

Though clarity followed soon enough. “Let go of me, you bastard,” he growled. “Who the hell are you?” Damien asked. “You aren’t one of my pack.” “I’m a rogue, and damn proud of it,” Crow said. He grinned, that same shit-eating grin was even more unnerving without the skull mask. His eyes were wild, even with the large bruise blooming over half-his face. He looked crazed. “Feel that, Alpha? It’s shame. A rogue destroyed your warriors.”

Just the crow, sitting exactly where it had been, black and still on top of my wrecked car, and I could have sworn on everything I had ever known that it was staring directly at me. Not in the direction of me. At me. Intently. As if it was trying to read me. “I do not care what kind of game this is,” I called out, my voice hard despite the pain splitting through my skull. “Come out now or you will regret what will happen when I find—“ “Oh.” The voice cut me off. “You are a violent one, I see.” And the shocking realization slammed. It came from the crow. Not from behind the crow. Not from the direction of the crow. From its beak. Which had opened and closed around the words the way a beak sho