Romans & histoires Neon Crow

I was broken from the trance. "They call themselves the Nymphets. But they spell it with an 'I' instead of a 'y' which I think is dumb to me," She said. 'Kelderrrrr..." A soft voice sang out in my head. I immediately knew it was one of them. The one that was actually sitting on the cars bonnet—seemed to be their leader—was smiling at me. She twisted strands of her purple hair in-between her fingers. Tia nudged me again—even more painfully than the first.

CHAPTER 58: TRUTH SPELL. Soaring over the city, a crow flew to the coliseum. It perched at the top of the building, adjusting itself as it cawed. It blinked its eyes, revealing a purple coloration. It turned its head from one side to another, as though taking a view of the whole arena, and all that went on within. After a while, it cawed again and then flew off, heading toward a secluded part of Winterhill. It arrived at the old Grayson mansion and perched on a window, letting out a loud caw.

Along the ruined street, flickering billboards looped the Guild’s broadcast: “The Purification Operation was successful. The Blood King has been eliminated. Traitor Evelyn Cross is wanted across Valenfort.” Adrian shut the screen off, voice raspy. “We can’t stay here. Marcus transferred command to someone new named Aster Crowe . They call him the Gray Angel of the Guild.” Evelyn looked up. “Crowe? Never heard of him.” “I have,” Adrian said grimly. “He’s a hybrid born from a failed experiment. The Guild took him in, trained him, then purged the vampire blood from his system. But everyone knows… once blood turns black, it never truly turns white again.”

I tried to speak but a whine came out instead. "Well, you're not completely hideous as a wolf." He stroked my fur. "Better than I expected, actually." He reached out and touched my fur then stroked down my back. I leaned into his touch and wanted more. "Needy already." His lips quirked. "Typical. But not yet. We need to—" A sound from the trees. Nero's whole body went rigid. "We're not alone." Shapes emerged from the darkness. They were Creatures. Not fully wolves. Not human. Something between with Large Fangs.

I set the phone down on the desk and the words were still sitting in the air, worse than the lycans on that island, and I was grinning like an absolute idiot, which was a problem, because Neon was standing three feet away from me with a face that had given up on patience entirely and moved somewhere past it into something that looked a lot like the expression my mother used to make right before she threw something. "Are you done?" Neon said. "Almost." "Rowan." "Give me a second." He made a sound through her nose that was not a sigh and not a growl but somewhere deeply unpleasant in between, and I turned from the window to look at him properly. Neon Graves. My beta, my second, the only person

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Umbra huffed in response, his brilliant golden eyes continuing to scan the shadows of the corridor. Suddenly, a sharp crow cawed far above them, the sound echoing strangely through the high stone vaults of the temple. Umbra froze instantly. Nysera looked upward, spotting a lone black crow perched atop a distant pillar. Its single cloudy eye stared directly down at her, sending a sudden chill crawling down her spine. A passing priest barked her name, breaking her focus, and when she looked back up, the pillar stood empty. The crow was gone. The day passed slowly and heavily. Near midday, Nysera was delivering ritual supplies to one of the upper chambers when she noticed a group of apprentices