Arcane Crows Novels & Stories

We walk around, but that’s all there is other than the smell. “It’s quiet, too quiet.” Ari comments. I realize she is correct. I don’t even hear the sound of birds or any animals. Nothing for miles surrounding the cemetery as if it’s been abandoned by the wildlife. Crows love to frequent cemeteries as they are spies for my coven. They alert us to where the spirits are or where there might be trouble which means there had to be a crow here at some point. Something isn't right. “Something is not right here, Ari. We should go and call my dad. It seems we have a few things to report to him. Let’s go back to the town and talk to some locals.” I stop siphoning her abilities as we walk back to the

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

To enter such a secret auction, you need a stamp of their sigil - a crow. Crows are said to be known for their clairvoyance and foresight. But the crow being used in the Order has a deeper meaning. Because they are considered wise, they are also known to bring death to your doorstep. That is why The Order is using this magnificent bird to spread the idea that although the crow would lead you to heaven upon death, this only masks their true ideal - power.

They never saw the group coming. Marco and one of his men took them down with brutal efficiency, and then they were inside. The air burned with chemical fumes, stinging Elena’s eyes and throat. Around a dozen men worked at tables covered in white powder. Shock registered on their faces as armed strangers stormed in. Some reached for weapons. Others froze.

Bianca woke up as a Queen and no wild flying bird objected to her reign. As the crows soared through the moonlit sky, their numbers began to multiply. One by one, more joined the flock, their glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light. The flapping of their wings echoed in the stillness of the night as they came together, united by their shared mission. With each passing moment, the flock grew larger, like an unstoppable force gathering strength. The crows cawed with determination, their voices echoing through the dense forest. They flew through the trees, their wings beating in perfect harmony, their beady eyes focused on the goal ahead.

I replied and earned a wolfish smile from him. Nora, on the other hand, had stopped crying and was looking at the crow on top of a tree branch. It was looking at us with midnight blue eyes, which makes me wonder if crows have such an eye color. But Nora didn't seem to mind as she beamed and pointed at it with her finger."Aish!" She said. "Aish? You mean Ace?" I asked Nora but she was too busy looking at the crow. A movement at the corner of my eyes caught my attention. The snake was on the move again and slithering really fast towards us. "Ren!" I said, trying to warn him of what was coming.

Xander spoke “Everyone follow the line back to the village, leave no one behind.” Xander opened the doors, we were all startled by a family of crows, blinded by inky black wings. Aven held Airena back as the crowd went into flight. Airena escaped his grasp as she leapt into the air with her hands out. She had caught a crow. She let the crow go as it had cried out in fear. “Aspen! Did you see that? Did you see that! I caught it.” We all froze, I had a gut feeling, a feeling of nauseousness.

It perched on her shoulder with eerie silence, head tilting, watching. Gasps rippled through the amphitheater. Gloria followed. Her crow was rawboned and mean, talons like shards of onyx, beak dripping a sheen of spectral oil. It let out a harsh, jagged caw that echoed through the rafters before taking to the beams above. Its eyes swept the room like prey. Patricia came next, rolling her shoulders with an arrogant smile. Her crow was smaller, but its eyes glowed an unnatural violet—the mark of a mimic, a rare spell-weaver capable of channeling and twisting magic through its song. A weapon in its own right.