The Crow Road Book Novels & Stories

he muttered, voice gritty, a ghost of something—worry, maybe—slipping through. “Stay close.” He cracked the door, peering out, the drizzle outside a soft hiss against the shack’s warped boards. She pressed in behind him, her chest brushing his back, and cursed the way it felt—his heat seeping through wet fabric, solid and alive, tugging at her when she needed to focus. The woods were dark, shadows shifting in the rain, and her grip tightened on the poker. “Cliff road’s west,” she said, voice low, nodding toward a faint trail snaking through the trees. “They want me there, they’re waiting.”

Paint peels from shutters that hang askew. Trees crowd the edges of every yard, pressing close to windows and doors like they’re trying to reclaim the space humans carved out of the forest. Crows follow me at a distance, like they’ve been watching for days. The road stretches ahead of me, cracked asphalt bordered by ditches full of tall grass that whispers secrets to the wind. No cars pass. No other pedestrians brave the morning chill. It’s just me and the crows and the feeling that every step takes me further from the person I used to be.

“We’ve got trouble.” “Get down!” Anthrose growls, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face right into his damn lap as the roof of my baby is ripped off. Eyes widening, I stare at the bulge that is right there at eye level with me before snapping out of it and sitting up so that I can see the creature responsible for fucking up my truck. Flapping its massive wings in front of us is what looks like a large crow, but it has sharp teeth and glowing red eyes, but I don’t give a shit what it is because I intend to fuck it up.

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."

Mom staggered back, then lunged at me with her fingers clamping down on my neck. "How dare you curse your own brother. You're just a wild wolf, never truly one of the pack. Don't worry, when my time comes, I'll make sure to drag you down with me, so you can never harm a hair on my son's head." Her grip was unyielding, and as I gasped for air, a vision flashed before me. An orange sports car speeding down a winding mountain road. It was the flashy convertible my trust fund brother had just bought.

Now the car stopped on a lonely road that had been abandoned for a long time, but strangely the buildings on the side of the road looked clean and well-maintained, but not a single living human could be seen along the road. Azareel opens his book, there is a clue where the dimensional door is located. The eight handsome young men started to follow Azareel who walked to the middle of the road, to be more precise to the road divider.

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Pain exploded behind my eyes. I caught myself against the wall, dizzy and half-blind. “Easy, Bianca,” Luca murmured behind me. “Look at me. Breathe.” Mother was already calling for water. Father ordered one of the guards to bring the car around. No one asked whether I was hurt. I slipped through the café’s back door before they could see me cry. By the end of my shift, a dark bruise had risen across my forehead. At least it was payday. Two more days. Then I would leave this place behind and board my flight to Boston. I just needed this paycheck to make it there.

I turned the pages and felt my empire's enemies resolve out of three years of fog into hard black ink. Crowe first, and Crowe everywhere. The pipeline mapped route by route, the ports, the front companies, the trucking outfit in College Park, the container lines out of Savannah, money in and money out, enough to hang Isaiah Crowe from the federal rafters if it ever reached a prosecutor. I'd spent three years and an ugly amount of blood trying to assemble a tenth of this. Marcus had it all, clean, in a book, under his daughter's forged name.

The road wound through thick woodland, then opened into long stretches of green land where the morning sun warmed our backs. Caya seemed to know exactly where she was going. Every time the road split, she chose without hesitation. At first, I said nothing. Then we reached another fork. Caya pointed toward the narrower path. “That one.” Nero looked at it. “Why?” “The main road takes us through Gray Hollow.too many travelers.” “So?” I spoke angrily Caya glanced at him. “Too many thieves.” Nero nodded and followed her. I looked between them. “How do you know all of this?”