The Crow Novel Novels & Stories

“Who was it?” Isla asked, her voice sharp with panic as she stood just inside the motel room, her pulse still racing from the knock. Chad didn’t answer immediately. He was standing in the doorway, staring down at the ground like something had rooted him there. “Chad?” “There’s a crow out here,” he said finally, his voice quieter now, tighter. “Dead. And there’s something tied around its leg.” Isla went cold. “What the fuck?”

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Possibility. By evening, the city felt heavier. Storm clouds gathered low and bruised — pressing against the skyline like something impatient. Jamie walked into Bar Della Luna with that same pressure sitting under his ribs. Mara noticed instantly. “You look like you fought a ghost and lost,” she said, tying her apron. “Feels accurate,” Jamie replied.

Giant was saying, "that was all we asked of you. And you grudge us the food "Be glad I didn't grudge you fire too." Craster was a thick man made thicker by the ragged smelly sheepskins he wore day and night. He had a broad flat nose, a mouth that drooped to one side, and a missing ear. And though his matted hair and tangled beard might be grey going white, his hard knuckly hands still looked strong enough to hurt. "I fed you what I could, but you crows are always hungry. I'm a godly man, else I would have chased you off. You think I need the likes of him, dying on my floor? You think I need all your mouths, little man?" The wildling spat. "Crows. When did a black bird ever bring good to a ma

Will King William ever be brought down? This Is the End of book 1**

Eden’s POV My jaw dropped open. The crow continued to circle high above. Caw. Caw. It screeched at us in a frantic, frenzied way. “Did you just say…sister?” I whispered back to Beta Brighton. Unlike the rest of us, he was looking up at the crow with admiration. Crows have never been my favorite bird. They’re scavengers and they’re smart. A group of crows is called a ‘murder’. I always found that disturbing. But Beta Brighton gripped my arm. “Please,” he said under his breath.

Sliding through the snow, I try to come to an abrupt stop just before I reach the place where I left Jarek's body. There is a large black mound on the ground. As I move closer I can see that it is a ton of crows all picking their way over Jarek's body. I stop in horror as I watch one of the crows pick out an eyeball and fly off with it in its mouth. A lump forms in the back of my throat as I look at the scene that is taking place in front of me.

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."