Velvet Crowbar Novels & Stories

] "Fine! I'll do it myself!" I forced my legs to move. I had to kill this one while it was stuck. I stepped back onto the shipping crate. The golden warmth of my twenty percent strength boost hummed beneath my skin. I raised the crowbar high over my shoulder staring into those milky eyes. "Look at me you bastard " I hissed. The creature let out a screech. It lunged forward with its teeth inches from my face. I didn't blink. I swung the crowbar down with every ounce of strength I had.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

" He stepped forward and if it weren't for my strong stomac, i'd be vomiting my contents; his face was utterly mutilated. The right side had a worryingly long burn mark crossing from his brow to his cheek, a small part spewing onto his neck. The thought of the agonizing pain he must've gone through and the very smell... It's almost enough to make me loose my lunch, adding to my discomfort. Despite the disturbing sight, I did my all to stay calm. "Wow... that's a... that's a pretty big one ya got there... - Hm, like it? I feel it makes me look like one of those badass villains from human pests' books, wouldn't you agree?" The heavy clunking of metal onto the ground made me realize he was carr

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Runebound and Bloodpine standing together had once been impossible. Now they were here because Emberbound had called. Rhett let out a low whistle beside me. “Guess the cavalry’s here.” “Part of it,” I muttered. Because one arrival still hadn’t appeared. The courtyard shifted again when the library doors opened. Draven Kael stepped out from the shadowed archway. He didn’t move like the others. Where the wolves carried physical strength, and the vampires carried elegance, Draven moved like something that had been engineered for violence and then taught restraint afterward.

And tonight, it would become something else entirely. They were all there. My brothers. My beasts. My grave diggers. Crow leaned against the bar with a cigarette dangling between his lips, the smoke coiling up toward the low ceiling in lazy spirals. His face was half in shadow, his knuckles bruised from a fight that hadn’t been his but he’d joined anyway.

“Organ harvesting, child trafficking, cocaine cupcakes, underage hit squads. Jesus. What’s next? Baby fight clubs?” Bain exhaled through a sharp grin. “Let’s get her back.” “And then,” Vulture said with a dark smile, “I’ll personally find Valeria, drag her liver out through her nose, and use it as a coin purse.” The baby made a sound suspiciously like a fart. “…Well said, my tiny accomplice.”

She said confusing Alec more. “You don't know?” Alec asked and Lilith shook her head. She was trying to keep her heart at bay as Alec stood beside her. “I’m looking for a weapon I can call my own, I want a new one.” Lilith said and Alec went forward. “What about a bow and arrow?” He asked and Lilith raised an eyebrow. “What are we in? The 17th century?” She asked and put the bow and arrows down and looked around. His eyes then caught something that he knew would be perfect for her.

Amplified by whatever acoustics Frostveil’s builders had thought were appropriate for dramatic entrances. “Alpha Vhaloren.” Even muffled, I recognized the tone. Inquisitor Vaelen Crowe. “You have a talent for choosing the most inconvenient places to hide,” he observed, conversational, like they were discussing weather. A beat. The hum of the vault wards under his voice. “Don’t worry,” Crowe added. “We’ll discuss your unsanctioned vault access once we’ve secured the Lunaris anomaly you brought with you.” My bracelet burned. The roaring in my bones drowned out almost everything else.

EFFIGY We went to the barn. "A scarecrow doesn't fight," Martha lectured as she rummaged through a pile of scrap metal. "A scarecrow works on instinct. It tells the crow that there is a predator here. It projects fear." "The Dust Crows are constructs," Leo argued. "They don't feel fear." "They run on code," Martha said. "Code has avoidance protocols. If Danger > Reward, Abort." She threw a pile of junk at Leo’s feet. The carapace of a dead Giant Locust. A roll of star-metal wire. The torn chest-plate of an Ironwood Peacekeeper. A skull from a Hollow Man. "Build something," Martha ordered. "Make it ugly. Make it loud. And put a piece of yourself inside it." Leo looked at the pile. "You want