Velvet Crowbar Novels & Stories

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

The only weapon that threatened this plan was the barbed club from the hobgoblin that Zen wanted to steal. “In exchange for the ‘legendary weapon’, the hobgoblin must leave his barbed club behind to prevent the stone door from closing them in as none of the other goblins would be strong enough to hold it open. The only tough weapon at their disposal is that barbed club. However, as soon as they are inside the quarry trap, the soldiers will tug on the pulley to loosen that pressure so that Venedict can steal the barbed club and seal them inside forever with no hope of gaining the weapon welded into the stone.”

*Mistake. My crowbar froze mid-swing, Dru’s quivering lips flashing in my mind—*Burn them all.* For a heartbeat, the storm in my eyes softened before the rage consumed me. The metal found his temple as I finished the swing. He dropped like a sack of wet cement. Tyler scrambled backward, eyes wild, but the kudzu had already wrapped around his ankles. Vines slithered up his legs, hungry. “P-please—” The crowbar sang.

Where Valentina carved arteries, he tore into the heart. Cruz’s estate loomed on a high crest, black against the dark. Dante’s men were ghosts in velvet suits — silhouettes with weapons, with faces hard enough to frighten the night itself. He moved with the terrible calm of a predator that knows the kill is close because it can smell the scent of the one it loves.

Albert sneakered, “Now, now. That's an unrefined attack. It was so slow. Did my Crimson Blade become rusty under that Benedict and Dark King's roof? White Crow was even overprotective of you.” “I'll Kill You! ” Zitrey only mumbled. With a vein suddenly burgeon her hand and in the forehead, White Crow suddenly flew sidewards and bumped strongly in the wall, when Zitrey aimed at her waist which she failed to block it. The Raven flew upwards away from them, yet rest on the roof watching.

"If you want to avenge them, come forward and die!" "Insolence!" Harrow's brother bellowed, a sword suddenly appearing in his hand which he thrusted toward Caleb's neck. Shunk! World Burial Sword—Throttle! With his unique sword style, Caleb stabbed the Overlord into Harrow's brother's throat! "Gurk… How…" Harrow's brother watched in wide-eyed horror as his own neck was pierced through! The other two were gritting their teeth. "How dare you, Caleb Crawford!" "Slaying members of our clan?! It's over for you Crawfords!"

A rage that wasn’t madness. A grief that wasn’t weakness. This was a blood oath. This was vengeance. Reiven stood, breathing raggedly as the fire reflected in his darkening eyes. Crow raised a crowbar from the debris, baring his teeth. “Come on then, Serpent. Let’s finish what should’ve ended years ago.” Reiven didn’t hesitate. He charged. Their bodies crashed with brutal force, slamming into the half-collapsed pillar. Crow swung the crowbar, barely missing Reiven’s jaw as Reiven tackled him down. The ground cracked under the weight of the fight.