The Crow King

De: Charlotte Munro

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

In the crumbling heart of Doverin, the city of rust and requiems, Kael Varron rules the underworld like a shadowed god. They call him The Crow King — for the black birds that follow him, for the secrets he buries, and for the dead that whisper his name.

Kael is all black silk and bruised knuckles, with ink running beneath his skin and a crown of scars no one dares to mention. His hair — dark as wet ash — falls across eyes colder than winter rain. He doesn’t speak unless it’s to command or destroy.

When Lyra Vale, a reclusive artist with a ruined reputation, moves into the old theatre district to escape her past, she paints what she sees: crows. Hundreds of them. One perched on the balcony across from her, one shadow that doesn’t leave. She doesn’t know it’s him watching.

When her work catches the attention of Doverin’s black-market elite, Kael steps from the shadows to claim her — not out of love, but necessity. Her paintings have exposed something that was never meant to be seen: a symbol tied to the murder that made him king.

But Lyra isn’t the fragile thing he expects. And Kael’s kingdom isn’t built on loyalty — it’s built on ghosts.
As desire tangles with danger, Lyra finds herself drawn deeper into his violent world, into the ink and feathers and the man who wears both like armor.

Because in Doverin, love doesn’t save you.
It marks you.
And the Crow King never lets go of what’s his.