All Chapters of The Crowolf. When Love Crosses Species. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Crow Woman once loved with a heart so pureBut love is fickle and it didn't endureHer heart shattered into a million piecesAnd she struggled to find a sense of completenessTen men were standing before her, and she had to decide. Her superrich granddad made it clear: she gets married to one of the men pointed out by him, or she can forget about the fabulous fortune. She was furious with her granddad and would easily resign from his multi-billionaire inheritance, but there was something more. Or it would be better to say someone more - her dying mum. A merciless trap had been set on her by her own granddad, who had a piece of ice in place of a heart. When her mum came down with leukaemia, she was nearly eighteen. They had no one to rely on - the only man in the family, who was supposed to play the role of a husband and father, left them at the very beginning as soon as he learned that Melany was excluded from her wealthy family. Her rich dad didn't want to have anything to do

She wondered if her love was the root of her woesIf it was the reason for her unending sorrowsBut deep inside she knew it wasn't soFor love was the only thing that made her glowThe Moon was explicitly bright that night, and despite the late hour, even single trees in the forest growing behind Victor’s mansion could be discerned from a larger distance. It was a full Moon that had a mysterious influence on everything basking in the cold light of the majestic rock. Rapid cracks of dried-out branches broke out the silence. It sounded like an approaching storm. Heavy breathing filled the air from all directions. The echo of the blood-freezing sound was spreading throughout the forest. When the storm-like phenomenon climaxed, complete silence covered the space again. But one place still vibrated from the presence of some wild animals, and that was almost tangible. Muffled growling and sighs floated in the air. At the same time, a cloud obscuring the Moon moved, and when it became cri

Her heart yearned for love once again But she feared it would lead to more pain She realized that love was a gamble she'd take For in the end, it was all that was at stake     A helicopter landed on the icy surface of the hospital airport. The wind on the tenth floor of the building was so strong that the pilot had to struggle to stabilise the machine. It was not the yellowish one with a big red cross at the front - it belonged to Victor - all black with a white crow at both sides.  Five people got out from the inside of the steel bird and rushed towards the door. A moment later, a cold light lit up Melany’s hospital room. It wasn’t long before four strong men in black suits surrounded her bed.  A doctor who brought them into the room plugged out a dozen wires keeping her alive and connected the unconscious body to another medical apparatus. Finally, Melany’s limp

It was already 6 pm when Bianca finally opened her eyes. She touched the bedside table, expecting to find a light switcher - it was completely dark in her room - for a moment, she felt like she was in a grave. Fortunately, it didn’t last too long when she found it, and immediately, light uncovered the space around her. She was surrounded by old-fashioned furniture, making her feel like a princess locked in a tower. Then Bianca noticed something - a glamorous dress laid on the sofa. But it was not the end of surprises as a black envelope with golden stripes shone on top of that dress. An avalanche of disturbing thoughts came down on her. She was scared of the next step in Victor’s mysterious plan. The feeling was even more significant because she knew that it was unavoidable. The dress was all red and it had such a bright and intense colour that it looked more like a living essence than an ordinary fabric. Although she didn’t want it, Bianca immediately realised that she would

Nothing looked more Scandinavian than this place. The interior was smart and tasteful, but at the same time, the cold colour on the walls was deprived of any joy. Sitting there, you felt like rocks on the beach caressed by the ocean waves. You could get a taste of the ocean, but it could not put out your thirst. It was more like merciless torture, which was supposed to keep you alive in an endless desire for life. The man sitting by the table looked exactly like one of those rocks. He was like a piece of decoration which perfectly matched this place's atmosphere. A bare firm chest absorbed the light coming from the high ceiling. It wasn’t too muscular, but some crisp force emanated from him - the hidden heart inside pumped blood whose colour did not have to be necessarily red. If not for the black hair grown on his chest, he would look like a boy, not a man. But it was there, giving him a sense of maturity despite the boyhood traits. The cold hue of the man’s skin could not be