All Chapters of The Crowolf. When Love Crosses Species. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

In a dimly lit dungeon, the air thick with tension, Blaze found himself bound to a cold, iron chair. His muscles ached from the strain of resistance as he stared defiantly into the eyes of his tormentor, a ruthless interrogator named Jig. Jig, a towering figure with a cruel smirk on his face, paced back and forth in front of him, cracking his knuckles in anticipation. He held a sinister-looking instrument - a silver dagger - glistening in the dim light. "Blaze, let's become friends," Jig sneered, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "I have two simple questions for you. Where is the Crow Woman? And first of all, where is Jasmine?" Blaze gritted his teeth, determination burning in his eyes. He knew he couldn't betray Bianca, the Crow Woman who had trusted him so much. But the pain was about to become unbearable. "I won't tell you anything," Blaze spat defiantly, his voice laced with determination. Jig's smirk widened, and he approached Blaze slowly, dagger in hand. With a flic

Deep in the heart of the forbidden grove, Dervel was led by the dwarf two times smaller than him. They prowled through the darkness: Stacy kept focused, Dervel distracted and impatient to get his daughter back. He was always on high alert, sensing danger around every corner, but this time he did not even suspect that he was being led into a trap. However, he sensed a strange and unsettling energy in the air that called to him, but he ignored it - all he thought about was to get to the lighthouse as fast as possible.As they approached the abandoned building, a chilling breeze ruffled his fur, sending shivers down his spine. His sharp instincts, not knowing why, urged him to turn away, but the love for his daughter pulled him closer - his nostrils sensed a weak smell of her body.That bloody dwarf did not lie to me. Jasmine is really here! He thought to himself sniffing the air coming from behind the tower. Two more steps and the bushes gave it away - the lighthouse stood tall and impo

The lighthouse was about to become a place of brotherhood battle. Everything ceased to move - there was only Dean and his dark reflection - Dervel. The once unbreakable bond that tied them together was now severed by darkness that consumed Dervel's heart. Dean's eyes held a glimmer of hope, a desperate plea for his brother to return to the light. "Dervel, please, we don't have to do this. I don't want to fight you." Dervel's lips curled into a wicked grin, his voice laced with malice. "Oh, but we do, dear brother. You see, I've embraced my true nature, the darkness that runs in our blood. And I won't stop until I prove I'm the strongest." With a growl, Dervel lunged at Dean, his claws slashing through the air. Dean dodged with agility, his heart heavy with sorrow for what his brother had become. He didn't want to hurt him, but he couldn't let Dervel continue down this path of destruction as well as for him and everybody

In the eerie stillness of the abandoned lighthouse, two separate worlds fell apart - Dean sat with a heavy heart in the puddle of Dervel’s blood and Michael, completely powerless, faced with another irrevertible loss in his life.The lighthouse trembled with the intensity of the double fall. The echo reached every single stone that made the building, together with savage Dervel’s growl and cry of despair coming from Michael’s lungs.The blood dripped from the dead bodies - Dervel’s head was split after hitting a sharp protruding blade, which, to his misfortune, happened to be at the place of his fall. Dean was breathing heavily, he looked at his brother with a heavy heart, trying to understand what had just happened. But the blood could not lie - Dervel’s reign of evil really came to an end.At the same time, Michael had his eyes fixed on a different view. The cage was left intact, all the bars were not even scratched but Jasmine, inside it, did not show any signs of life. Her neck wa

The wind that evening was completely soundless, it slipped on the tightly glassed window like a ballerina on the ice rink. The water in the kettle started to boil but Melany had forgotten to put on a whistle and the steam quickly covered the cupboards with fat drops of hot water. It did not catch Melany’s attention as she sat down with Bianca in their tiny so-called living room. Melany’s heart was heavy with the weight of the truth she had kept hidden for so long. But it couldn’t be the case any longer - Bianca, a young woman full of curiosity and determination, had been asking questions about her father, Patrick, and Melany knew it was time to reveal the painful past. "Bianca, I know you've been wondering about your father," Melany began, her voice gentle yet apprehensive. "And I think it's time I told you the truth." Bianca looked at her mother with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What do you mean, M