The Crow Road Book Novels & Stories

I didn’t look back at the high stone walls, and forcing myself not to turn around took far more out of me than the first nine miles of walking did. The Hollow Road winds east between two steep shoulders of hill. It had borne that name since long before anyone thought to write it down in a ledger. Frost crunched inside the deep wagon ruts. Old, dirty ropes of snow lay packed into the ditches. A lone crow tracked my movement for two miles before losing interest and veering off into the trees.

Away from these people who have done nothing but hurt her all her life. When the quarters were silent, I cleaned the blood off my hand and changed my shirt; it still had the blood of that bastard smeared all over it. I wished Beta Williams would let me go off on him, let me show him that he should have picked on people his fucking size and terrorize the one woman the moon goddess blessed him with. I let my legs take me straight to the infirmary, I shrugged away a few glances from wolves I met on the road. All of them had their heads bowed and mumbling greetings, but I wasn’t here for them. I needed to see if she was fine.

“Booker’s lookin’ into it, but when he finds the bastard, I’m gonna need you.” I nodded. “Anything yet?” “So far, no, but we got a couple leads.” “Whatever you need.” “I’ll keep you posted,” Crow said. “If we see you at church, good, if we don’t, good.” “Thanks, man,” I said, and rose to my feet. With a chin lift, I left my president’s office and then headed out for the night.

he said impatiently. Soon, they arrived back at the Linnus residence. As soon as he got out of the car, Dad stormed into the living room angrily. When he saw Aunt Caroline kneeling on the ground and crying uncontrollably, he stopped abruptly. In front of her lay my body, so rotted that it was almost unrecognizable.

Red’s POV The road we were taking felt familiar, but I still couldn’t figure out where Crow was bringing me. I kept asking him where we were going, yet he only answered with one word. “Secret.” I gave up asking and turned up the music playing in his car instead. Now and then, Crow would glance at me before shifting his attention back to the road. Baby Blue Eyes by A Rocket to the Moon filled the car. I sang along dramatically, using my hand as a microphone while swaying my body and looking straight at Crow whenever he stole glances at me. For some reason, I didn’t feel shy around him today. Being with him felt natural and comfortable.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

I said, and it flew over to the bed. “The book.” It still sounded weird even when the crow introduced itself earlier that it would be with me till my death because it was assigned to me. “We will get more information from the book,” it said, and it was right. I quickly walked to the door and made sure it was locked before I took the book from the handbag and then placed it on the bed. The rest happened so fast, how I bit my finger, but this time instead of violently flipping itself, it only flipped to the first page, and the crow asked me to read from the start, my eyes glowed and I suddenly could read foreign language.

He says in a whisper as he lets me go. "Run Isabella, run!" He growls, shaking the entire mountain, immediately I take to my heels headed for deep in the foreign woods. As I continued running through the mountains, I could see a crow stalking me, watching with black eyes from above. I suddenly felt a chill cut through my heart like a knife to butter, as I remembered what my mom used to say. 'Crows represent death. Wherever a crow is found Death is sure to follow.' A sharp cry escapes my lips as I tripped over a jutted root, falling completely on the ground. Before I could get up I was lifted up by Cessair, hanging in thin air.

While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock on my window I saw a crow. I immediately opened my and saw that its eyes were very red, almost the color of blood, and also its body was very black. It looks horrible. I was stopped when I saw a paper pinned into the crow's foot so I picked it up. But before that, it pecked my hand first which causes me to let go of the paper and hold my hand that is now bleeding because its beak is too sharp to the point that my hand bleeds and it stings. Then it suddenly left and I saw from its spot earlier the paper stuck to its foot. I immediately took it and opened it and I almost crumpled the paper because of what was on the

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.