Arcane Crows Novels & Stories

At first he didn’t notice anything special, it was just that the night sky is still black, and there’s no moon, the stars are looking duller than ever. ‘What could be here?’ Thorne asked himself. But it was then he realized that there’s a lot of birds, it wasn’t just any birds but crows and ravens! And they are circling around the estate! “What the…,” Thorne murmured, his breath hitching as he noticed the dark mass swirling through the night sky. “Why are there so many crows?” Lucien, still gazing out the window, remained silent, his expression inscrutable. As if sensing the tension in the air, he finally turned to Thorne, his piercing gaze scrutinizing the younger man.

This so-called prodigy cultivator was not part of Aria's plan. But since Owen had eagerly brought this man over, she might as well put Malric to full use. Her words about bad omens carried less weight than Malric's. After all, they trusted him most. Malric did not contradict Aria. Though crows were traditionally auspicious, they were also known as harbingers of death. With such persistent calling, could something actually be here? Malric's brow furrowed. "Please, everyone, follow me to have a look."

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.”

“Tell me.” Her smile grew. “They call us crows. Because of the way we look, dark crow’s eyes, and dark hair, like their feathers. And because we’re also very, very good at knowing when there’s going to be blood. You can see flocks of them sometimes flying over to-be-battlefields because they recognize the signs. Swarms of them, all ready to scavenge.” “And you think you’re a crow now? Is that it?” She pushed the heel of her wrist against his chest, palm scraping against the edge of his shoulder collar. “Don’t tease,” she mock-warned. “Trust my instincts.”

The murky hall was filled with echoes of his heavy footsteps and as he traipsed his feet on the flooring, he could feel the void within his chest. He walked toward his chamber and upon reaching the door, an altar which was located in the center of his room welcomed his presence. There was a glass that encloses a dull and pale organ, it wobbles inside the crystal glass and is gradually bursting. His heart was caged inside and he feel terrible about it. "No one shall cease me from scheming to ruin the mortal realm unless they soon get my heart," he asserted and his irises gleamed before it. As he was reflecting, a raven flew and reached for the balcony of the palace. There was a shade of black

"Are you okay?" asked Ara while examining Aranjo's entire body. "Yes!" replied Aranjo. Then she got up from her bed and sat down on the bed. "When and how did you come back?" asked Ara. "I don't know! Ah ... maybe thanks to the help of my new friends!" Aranjo continued excitedly. "Friends?" asks Ara, unsure of what she heard. "Little bird and demon with gray-colored hair!" Ara explained enthusiastically. After listening to what Aranjo said, Ara believes the child is dreaming. There was no living creature in the mist forest and there was not a single creature in the sky realm with gray hair other than the Emperor.

Marcus asked, his brow furrowing. "The foundation is the exposure," Isabella countered fiercely, leaning over the desk. "I created the Brera node specifically for this. We ingest the dirty cash as 'anonymous high-net-worth donations,' layer it through our medical clinics in Albania, and extract it as clean, legitimate infrastructure bonds. It's foolproof, provided my father’s underbosses stop losing terminals to the Marcones." Marcus sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Enzo claims he has a new man. The one standing in the garage right now. The Ghost."

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.