Arcane Crows Novels & Stories

She tried squirming but nothing was helping , soon the crows were freed from the cage like leaves which they were seated on, " No .. no !! Cara yelled and tried to get out from the tight grip that was trapping her breath . She didn't want to give up , she tried struggling and wriggling out from the grip but the crows were closer flying to where she was , she looked at them with horror Her heart beating so fast ,Suddenly a loud threatening growl was heard . The humms of the crows died down , Lucas ...Cara called him after she saw his wolf , Ryder .... she called him knowing it was him who was in control. " hang in there ... she heard his voice and wanted to climb the monster tree "

An airborne crow, caught in the unnatural current, flopped and cawed until it was finally able to fly clear, glossy feathers ruffled but otherwise intact—this same crow would later peck out the eyes of its own young and leave the nest a scene of blood, torn black tufts, and carnage before soaring off in pursuit of interests unknown. Across town a young couple sitting on their front porch felt a chill and shivered, the eerie sensation vexing their good spirits and reducing them to ash in one fell swoop. The recently wed couple, with the name Putnam on their welcome mat, had been relaxing and drinking sweet tea outside for a while. They had also, quite coincidentally, witnessed the arrival of

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

“It’s not natural.” The crows weren’t acting like birds. They weren’t trying to avoid the aircraft. They were attacking it—throwing themselves against it in a suicidal barrage, as if driven by some mindless command. Emma pressed herself against the seat, watching in horror as blood coated the windshield until they couldn’t see anything beyond it. The wipers tried to clear it, but it was too much. The whirr of the blades became a useless protest against the storm of flesh and wings. “I think they’re enchanted,” Emma muttered, more to herself than to Steve. “Or possessed.”

"There's a crow, isn't there? I don't know much about fortune-telling, but I do understand animal behavior. Crows feed on carrion. Don't you think it's strange how long that one has been cawing?" Malric opened his mouth to respond, but Aria cut him off. "Mount Dracotigris should have taught you that crows announce death. You've learned that, haven't you?" "I…" Malric hesitated. Aria continued slowly, "You have, haven't you?" Malric would have been foolish not to understand that Aria was doing this on purpose. However, he couldn't discredit Mount Dracotigris either. He glared at her. "Of course, I've learned that. It's a fundamental principle in the Decatorian Way."

It looks as normal as it could be. "I did it..." she whispered when the crow stopped squawking and fixed its gaze upon her. Karmina held the candle just a tad bit closer and noticed the blood that stained its dark feathers was also covered in black ink. She reached out cautiously and ran her fingers along its feathers, the black tainted blood smeared her fingers. As she smiled, the sense of relief washing over her, the crow's body expanded. First in its belly, then its head, until its body ruptured. She let out a scream as feathers, blood and bones splattered her and the inside of her hut.

Etched along their length, delicate and vicious, were runes I recognized without being able to read: Lunaris script, twisted into containment. My lungs tightened. “You’re not the first Lunaris descendant I’ve had to manage,” Crowe said conversationally. “Far from it. The early ones were… messy. We lost men. We lost facilities. But we learned. We invested.” He lifted one shackle from its cradle. It was heavier than it looked. He held it up, admiring the etching. “Do you know what this is?” he asked. “A fashion statement,” I said, because my mouth didn’t know how to stop. “Bit heavy for summer.”

And so that is how we ended up, sat outside a large cave looking out across a vast lake and waiting for the exact moment to cross into the realm of the dead. The witch, Seraphine, assured us that the portal would take us exactly where we needed to be. She had managed to use her connection and found that a ceremony was taking place that night, she couldn’t tell us what the ceremony was for, only that all of the elite would be in attendance. And so that is what we now wait for. The countdown was on for the perfect moment to cross over and surprise the unsuspecting demon aristocracy, The night was black, and not a sound could be heard bar the occasional hoot of an owl, or rustle of trees in the

Sure enough, what Akira said. In the sky the crow carried the poor man. A crow with a large body, a giant crow. "Look at the sky!" point at Akira to me. I immediately looked up at the sky, and was surprised to see a giant crow flying towards here. I saw the eyes of a large crow with blood red color staring intently at me, I quickly hid behind Akira's body in fear. "Hi, what's wrong?" Akira asked me.