Novel & Cerita Arcane Crows

Grub said, looking at the multitude of crows that mulled around the rooftops. Rex looked to where he was staring, saw the birds and cocked an eyebrow, “I remember you said something about them going and telling your gods about deeds and such. How do they do that?” “Crows eat the skin for the stories, eat eyes to see what man saw, then pass onto bone god.” Kealy turned to look at Dilo, “But they’re only birds, I don’t get it. Gets eaten by a great bloody snake and thinks nothing of it, but then goes and fears crows like they are going to annihilate him.”

Ava whipped her head to stare at Marnie, surprised by her frank outburst. “What do you know of Grave Crown?” Xavier asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Ava had no doubt that every single one of Jack’s previous comments was circling through his mind. “They’re one of the Alliance’s Packs, and we barely have a connection to them. How do the witches know them at all?”

I stood, wondering what was coming and what could be going on. Jake Kurt received a deadly blow of an axe at the back of his head and his eyes were opened. I shook my head as I studied his body. Who could have done this, huh? As I made to stand, I saw something that caught my attention. Would I be damned? There was a sculpture of a crow on his corpse. “What?” I was shocked. What could have happened here? This was definitely from the Crow organization. And it brewed my curiosity. ***

“Where are the others?” *“Guarded,”* the crow says. *“The light shards by memory. The dark by malice.”* Jarek slams the black shard down beside it. The table cracks, the two shards repelling each other like rival magnets. “And if we don’t play this game?” The shadow crow laughs from the rafters. *“Then your world becomes mine.”* --- **The Hunt Begins** We split at dawn. Selene and Kieran follow the golden crow north. Jarek takes the shadow crow south, despite Ryland’s protests.

Eden’s POV My jaw dropped open. The crow continued to circle high above. Caw. Caw. It screeched at us in a frantic, frenzied way. “Did you just say…sister?” I whispered back to Beta Brighton. Unlike the rest of us, he was looking up at the crow with admiration. Crows have never been my favorite bird. They’re scavengers and they’re smart. A group of crows is called a ‘murder’. I always found that disturbing. But Beta Brighton gripped my arm. “Please,” he said under his breath.

“Riva…” Paula appeared at his side. “It’s her.” Riva coughed, blood mixing with the rain. “They… found me. Sanchez still has men outside. Not just Navaro. A third circle.” Dino knelt, steadying her. “What third circle?” Riva’s voice cracked. “They call themselves The Crows. Mercenaries. Sanchez activated them after Zurich. They don’t answer to money. They answer to blood.” Paula paled. “How many?”

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

After what felt like an eternity of training, it was finally time for the champions to showcase what they have learned from the five Sages to the packs. The arena was a massive circle, it was surrounded by high stone walls with rows of seats stacked in layers, where the crowd watched eagerly. Roxanne and the other champions stood in a line, all dressed in a dark-gray tunic that reached their mid-thigh, with leather straps across their shoulders and waists. Their slim pants tucked into knee-high boots and leather bracers on their wrists, and their hair was pulled back tightly, with arrows on their back and their bow at their side.

Avery's lilting accent is unmistakable, her words dripping with false sweetness. My breath catches in my throat. The crow tilts its head, those black eyes never leaving mine. "How are you doing this?" I whisper, glancing around to ensure the corridor remains empty. A sound like distant laughter echoes in my mind. "Dark witches have many talents, little wolf. This one simply allows me to check on your progress—or lack thereof." The crow hops closer along the windowsill, its movements jerky and unnatural. From beneath one wing, it produces a small crystal vial filled with clear liquid. The tiny container rolls across the stone sill toward me, catching the torchlight as it moves.

The council chamber was cavernous, its stone walls adorned with banners bearing the crest of Arindale—a golden falcon soaring against a crimson backdrop. Emilia’s footsteps echoed as she entered, the heavy wooden doors closing behind her. The chamber was already alive with voices, nobles and advisors engaged in animated conversation.