Arcane Crows Novels & Stories

Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded. “In that case, all of us represent Arcanes. All of us pick up properties from people around us to form an identity of our own. If we see on a broad scale, none of us have a unique identity of our own, we borrow identities of others now and then and dispose of parts of those identities like the skin of a snake. Don’t we?” I said. Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.”

One-third of these flying crows were wrapped in white bones. They loved to eat rotten corpses, so they were famous. Moreover, once they saw weak creatures, these corpse crows would rush over in groups, using their sharp mouths wrapped in white bones to pierce towards their prey. Just then, a group of six or seven corpse crows discovered a figure passing through the valley. This figure had a young face, about 15 or 16 years old. It was a young man with a little tenderness on his face, but his eyes were very deep, like stars in the depths of two universes, shining with strange brilliance.

I looked down at myself to see what they saw, I was in a bloodied state making me realize that the wet feel was blood with my fingers gripping the case tightly, and around me were the crows that had attacked them settling on the ground next to me, surrounding me. I gulped looking up at them knowing the situation didn't look good and just then, Orian, Nexus, Penelope, and Ares rushed forward pushing through the crowd amidst the mummering and finger-pointing that already started. "Amara." Orian was by my side, eyes clouded with worry as he took in my state, "You are-" "I am not a witch, I didn't summon the crows I swear." I whispered to him based on what I was hearing them say and I met Hector

Another addition to the magnificent collection that he already had in his harem. I sat there, thinking about the one whom I had promised my soul and my body. I couldn't save it for him. And I was about to give up on everything in it's entirety, but it was at this point when I saw the black crow , come right at me. It was the middle of the night and the crow came and sat right on my hand and it's eyes glowed with a red that was frightening.

" He nodded. ''You wouldn't be doing any hunting in this school Rhinehart.'' He said and it was my turn to nod. He looked suspicious. ''How would you be able to feed?'' ''My father's servants would bring me blood daily.'' A flicker of disgust passed through his eyes as he nodded. ''And how would you tell them to start -- sending the blood parcels?'' ''I... It's an arrangement that has already been made.'' He nodded a again and brought out a chip from his pocket and pinned it in my hair. ''You will wear this always Vampire or I'll hunt you down and kill you like you never mattered.'' Then he stood up and unlocked the door and I was only to eager to scurry out, yet when I got to the door, he b

“Don’t waste the arrows. You never got back the arrow you shot at the lake’s surface.” Cory counted the arrows left in the quiver: twenty-four arrows excluding the one made from Anestra’s quill. She could not fire that dark arrow until she was absolutely sure it would hit Anestra. The ash brown beast was acting strangely. It seemed to be struggling internally with something. “Something’s wrong with that one,” said Cory. “This one has a collar too,” said Hayden, his eyes alight with excitement. Without warning, Hayden rushed forwards. “No wait!” Squealed Cory.

At its center: a dais carved with twin wolves, one silver, one obsidian, facing each other with bared teeth and interlocked tails. Between them, something hovered — not quite a blade, not quite a staff. It shimmered with the same color as their bond: moonlight braided with storm. I stepped forward, breath shallow. “This was before the clans.” Aeryn didn’t move. “It was buried for a reason.” She turned to him. “And we were born and bonded for one.” They reached the dais together. The moment their fingers touched the artifact, the temple shook — not with collapse, but awakening. Runes lit along the walls. Stone wolves snarled into motion. And from the far shadows of the sanctum, a voice echo

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

It is not this bumbling witch that controls him! But he is doing now... insulting his pride makes him in the greatest stages of his anger, everything except his dignity.. I laughed and slowly approached Ardena with swaying steps Arena?? Was it really heh? Those dark eyes? And her skin so pale? Her white lips, her many halos, her blood-soaked clothes? Her waist that's still bleeding? "Disappear ." She hissed, and Lara was satisfied, smiling with pleasure, as she saw the flaming gaze of that wolf towards her, saying that she would regret it.

Instead, Ronan was stepping down from the altar like a rogue beast tracking a stray. "Your mark?" Ronan sneered, his fingers curving into claws as he stepped off the platform. "You're a fool, Vukari. That little bird escaped my pens three winters ago. She belongs to the Crowe Ridge Estate." "I am an independent beta of the Sankti district," Amara's voice came from behind my shoulder, small but laced with a lethal venom. "I belong to no alpha's pen."