The Crow Novel Novels & Stories

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.

] I stared at the screen, my smirk growing colder by the second. I showed up at the meet-up right on time, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, my face free of makeup. Bennett's eyes sparkled when he saw me, and he beckoned, "Harriet, come sit here." He was flanked by a gaggle of girls gazing at him in awe. Among them was Sophia, the daughter of Cornwell, a notorious kingpin, another notch on his belt from a life I wanted to forget. I took a seat next to her. When Bennett ducked out for coffee, I leaned over to Sophia, "So, what's your take on Bennett?"

Reiven rasped. “Here!” Echo coughed, voice cracking. “Reiven—!” But another sound cut through the smoke: boots. Heavy. Fast. Coming closer. Reiven blinked hard, forcing his vision to steady. Crow. Of course the bastard was still alive. Crow stood through the haze, blood dripping down from his shoulder, his pistol fixed on Echo—who was crawling backwards against a collapsed metal beam, chest heaving. Reiven’s instincts roared. “Don’t—touch—him.”

And there he was. Christian Donovan. The Crow. Standing tall, masked in shadow and smoke, gun in hand. He raised it casually, like he was showing off, and shot one of the men in the head. Then another. Then he slowly turned the camera to face the building, toward the streets, toward everything he had planned. The words were calm, deliberate. His voice carried over the screams and chaos, chillingly composed. “If you want her back,” he said, his tone smooth, almost cruelly polite, “you will bring yourselves to me. Every single one of you. Bring her, or everyone you love dies. One by one. I will enjoy it. I promise you.”

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa

Automatic. A crow pecked at Louise’s azalea bush, its feathers gleaming oil-slick black. It cocked its head at me, one eye glowing faintly red, and dropped a moth-eaten playing card—the King of Spades—at my feet before vanishing. Louise hauled me through the front door, oblivious to the crow, her grip vise-tight. The living room stank of mildew and old bourbon, the air syrupy with decay. Overhead, the bulb flickered like the Greyhound sign’s dying gasp. *Birmingham: DEPARTED.* My legs moved, but I was floating outside myself, watching the girl with scraped knees and hollow eyes stumble past the rusted stove, its burners cold as Louise’s laugh.

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.

Another addition to the magnificent collection that he already had in his harem. I sat there, thinking about the one whom I had promised my soul and my body. I couldn't save it for him. And I was about to give up on everything in it's entirety, but it was at this point when I saw the black crow , come right at me. It was the middle of the night and the crow came and sat right on my hand and it's eyes glowed with a red that was frightening.

Through a break in the trees, the wreckage appeared—twisted beams still smoldering, metal glinting dully in the headlights. Riven killed the engine. “We’re here.” They hit the mud running, weapons up. Ari scanned the shadows. Kael swept left, moving like a wolf through the wet grass. Riven flanked the right side, pistol raised. Harlow and Roman closed off the rear, methodical and tense. Then—crack. A twig underfoot. Crowe stepped into view, face slick with rain, a knife glinting in his hand. His grin was wide and wordless.

I was only able to move my body when the crow left. "Huh, that was close! I really don't know what to do. Uh, wait! This isn't in my world right? Then the crow is a vampire spy! This is bad ... ahhh .... I hope Akira doesn't hate me. Eh, why is this? There's no reason to hate him, he brought me into the world of this novel. Yes I'm lucky but I'm in trouble too. I have to see my mom, but I can't see her. In this novel world I also have to deal with that bastard! Arkh .... why don't I just create a harem world anyway? Shit! That way I can have it all, "I said with a face that was full of love. The crow flew towards the vampire royal palace, entered through the front door of the palace. The gua