Velvet Crowbar Novels & Stories

*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.

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.

I said and threw the glass. Caleb took it in his hands, and as one we lunged at Derek. He came out with the crowbar, aiming for my head, but Pietra chose that moment to sink her teeth into the flesh of his arm, and her swing faltered. I grabbed the bar in midair, using the momentum to spin his body, just as Caleb's arm went across his throat, the glass slicing into his skin. Derek let go of Pietra to grab the crowbar with both hands.

Luster's eyes lit up. “I will certainly take part in this reckless undertaking, with a dozen of my furies enough. A smile bloomed on the face of the commander of the elite combat squad. A loud applause erupted from the other side of the room. Veilon emerged from the shadow of the passage. - Well, here's a descendant of Valnomak Bruk-ta-man and you got caught, intrigues behind the backs of the elders. - with the malice of a hyena says Veilon. The metal scales on his gloves clang slightly with the pops. Lasters' smile changed to a disapproving grin.

She pulled out a brush tipped with cinnabar and crushed jade. Caleb, predictably, ignored her. His instinct to protect surged like a tidal wave, his eyes flashing a brilliant, molten gold as he positioned his massive frame between Scarlett and the encroaching shadow. He let out a low, guttural growl—a sound so primal it seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards of the skyscraper.

It was sharp, scratchy, like a knife dragging across glass. Jack turned his head, wincing. Emerging from the shadows of a tower of crushed washing machines was a group of figures. They weren't rats. They were humanoid, but twisted. The leader was a man—or what used to be a man—with skin the color of wet clay. His right eye was missing, covered by a crude leather patch, but his left eye glowed with a predatory yellow light. He wore armor made of flattened license plates and held a heavy, rusted iron crowbar wrapped in barbed wire.

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.

(CARLTON’S POV) Velvet boys again. Grooming me for the devil's eyes, as I didn’t die minutes ago. It’s rare to see a breathing corpse, clad in a purple silk robe, a handmade shower cap, and smelling like orchids. A sauna, steam room, and elite Jacuzzi lie beyond the glass where Caleb’s little birds draw a bath for their Pakhan, while the rest make the sheets with roses, ribbons, all the things that make up a ‘Virgin Altar,’ ready to be sullied.