Arcane Crows Novels & Stories

The expression was so mischievous that I couldn't help wondering if she'd picked up some of Fenric's bad habits. Corbin released a long-suffering grumble. Then, before anyone could continue the argument, his body shifted. Dark feathers burst outward. A crow appeared and launched itself into the air. A series of indignant squawks followed in its wake, somehow conveying both wounded dignity and profound offense.

Giant was saying, "that was all we asked of you. And you grudge us the food "Be glad I didn't grudge you fire too." Craster was a thick man made thicker by the ragged smelly sheepskins he wore day and night. He had a broad flat nose, a mouth that drooped to one side, and a missing ear. And though his matted hair and tangled beard might be grey going white, his hard knuckly hands still looked strong enough to hurt. "I fed you what I could, but you crows are always hungry. I'm a godly man, else I would have chased you off. You think I need the likes of him, dying on my floor? You think I need all your mouths, little man?" The wildling spat. "Crows. When did a black bird ever bring good to a ma

It has been watching them a while ago, going unnoticed. “T-That was just an ordinary crow, right?” She asked warily. “We’ll never know. Crows are usually from witches. We need to be cautious now.” Vivar warned Nemiah. “I thought this place was safe from them?” “I thought too. But now I have a bad feeling.” Vivar answered her. He didn’t mean to scare her but it was too late to realize he already did.

I trotted over and laid down on the grass next to her, staying in my wolf form since I had left my clothes behind with her dad and Myles. She was using her magic to grow more wildflowers and weave them together into a flower crown. :Don’t run off like that, June,: I scolded her through our link. She just sighed and glanced at me, patting my wolf’s head. “I’m sorry, Drewbie. I just needed to think. Clear my head.” :And flower crowns help?: I chuckled. “As a matter of fact, they do,” she retorted. “Here,” she added, placing the now finished crown on my head. “Beautiful,” she said with an enormous grin.

The corner of Wang Zhan's mouth twitched, and there was an impulse to paste each other's face with shit. This is the three-eyed, godly, crow that is worth eight million dollars? --There was a fleshy fledgling bird in the carrier, the little thing's eyes were tightly closed, its head was bare, and it didn't have a few hairs on its body, so it was obviously not long after it had broken out of its shell. No matter how you looked at it, you couldn't see the aura of a divine crow! Instead, it looked like a broiler!

Images flickered in my head: • me barreling through enemies like a meteor • shadowfire coating my fur like armor • my howl cracking stone • lies burning away in my gaze My chest swelled with something fierce. Next, Morana guided me gently. “Call your mind.” I shifted again, my bones hollowing, feathers sweeping out, and air catching beneath new wings. A crow burst from the shadows, sleek and swift, circling Rowan’s head. “Your second form,” Morana said. “Sight. Strategy. Stealth. The crow sees truths others hide. She slips between shadows and hears secrets even the wind cannot carry.”

I stretched my arms and lie down on the makeshift bed, pulling my satchel from under the pillow and taking out the slim box. It never fails to amaze me every time I see the arrow float from the box and just zoom around, glinting as it reflected the late afternoon sun that shines light from the barred window of the back room. I snatched the arrow and inspected it closely – the engraving on it are bizarre, not like the ones I usually see at the temples of Eros, but more ancient, as though it was the language Zeus has thought his children. I stowed the arrow back on the box and pushed it inside the depths of my satchel with the rest of the shivering letters, refusing to remind myself of Caelum

He turned to me and called out gently. “Ayla, it’s just a bird,” he said, and I shook my head. “It’s not just any bird; it’s a crow. Snow saw it following us while we were in the woods, and it let out... Crows can remember faces, amongst other things, and this one is carrying a sigil from the Nightclaw pack.” Jasper’s frown deepened as he turned back to the map. “That means we’re running out of time.”

From my calculations, not every account has been locked inside the game, but there are too many now. For the next hour, I paced around the room, unable to stay in one spot for long. Neither Luka nor Jake was able to access the server completely, as an outside force was blocking them. It was obvious Arcane Realm had been hacked, and their skills rivaled Luka’s and Jake’s combined effort.

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