The Crow Novel Novels & Stories

We walked through the whole packhouse, and I noticed how lavishly it was decorated. We got to the gate of what looked like small quarters, and that was when it hit me. A powerful scent that smelled nothing like I’ve ever smelled before. The smell was enticing, enchanting, and it pulled me towards whatever was behind those gates. The pull was too strong to ignore, and this time Noctis punced in my head more aggressively, more like excitedly. “What’s behind these gates?” I asked coldly, and I noticed how Jeremy and his woman got tense and nervous. They both tried to speak, interrupting each other, and I just stared at them coldly, trying to ignore the pull which was getting stronger.

Ash grumbles, “So, fucking wrong.” Crow nods, “Not disagreeing.” He frowns, “I need to do some research to be sure, but there is some magic that he could be attemptin’. I don’t want to say until I’m sure mind. But if I’m right, it would be very bad for everyone.” Crow looks worried, but pulls out a book and writes a note in it. He stares at the page for a while, then sighs and closes the book. “I’ll let you know when I have any answers though, Darlin’.” She furrows her brow,

Anna was brought to a beautiful place, it looked like a countryside. The place was green, full of trees and flowers , beautiful and peaceful, it was everything she ever wanted to escape to in her last life. Anna asked herself

It tilted its head and cawed again. “You’re a crow… Just like my wife,” he muttered. Despite the pain taking into parts all his consciousness, an intriguing thought came to his mind. “Do you know where Bianca is? Can you lead me to her?” The crow tilted its head and cawed again, as if understanding his words. There was something in its eyes that could not be overlooked. The crow landed on his chest and started pecking at his wounds. Samuel felt a shooting pain all over his body. But he understood - the bird was removing the broken claws of his enemies stuck inside his flesh.

We walk around, but that’s all there is other than the smell. “It’s quiet, too quiet.” Ari comments. I realize she is correct. I don’t even hear the sound of birds or any animals. Nothing for miles surrounding the cemetery as if it’s been abandoned by the wildlife. Crows love to frequent cemeteries as they are spies for my coven. They alert us to where the spirits are or where there might be trouble which means there had to be a crow here at some point. Something isn't right. “Something is not right here, Ari. We should go and call my dad. It seems we have a few things to report to him. Let’s go back to the town and talk to some locals.” I stop siphoning her abilities as we walk back to the

Individual vampires don't care about each other or whether they die or are left behind. On the horizon were hundreds of SUVs, and Alexi could clearly see them from the air. Night vision is one of wolves' most valuable traits. Alexi headed to the front gate, trying to clear a path for the reinforcements. Cordelia watched Alexi and then looked at the horizon and mimicked what Alexi was doing. Horror crossed Alexi's face when she witnessed a missile target and it explode into one of the SUV's: Time seemed to have stopped along with Alexi's heart. There was so much that she lost in her life; she prayed that her brothers and father were not in that car. Alexi wondered if one more loss was too muc

Purpose III Third Person’s POV The night that Samel and the others took the time to visit the mining cave, Crow was also restless while spying at the city lord manor from the dark. He has been crouched down on a hidden roof that is diagonally across the territory of the city lord manor, and even the slightest movement of the coming and going carriages did not escape his eyes. But what thrilled him was the fact that he saw a carriage without any guards driving out of the gate of the manor, and he caught sight of a figure that resembles the young lord of Rebelliad from his information.

I sneered. "Oh, really?" A woman's voice cut in from behind me, edged with anger. The crowd parted immediately, heads bowing as they greeted her. "Ms. Neel!"

"I will explain that to her, if she will see me. Not to you." "You will explain it to me first." "Mr. Cross." "You will explain it to me first." Catalina set the espresso cup down on the table. Slowly. "There is a woman who has been watching your wife. I assume you know this. I assume you have a security team and a name by now. The woman's name is Rose Taylor. She has been in London for eleven days. She is staying at the Doric Hotel in Islington under her own name. She is dangerous."