Batman Crows の小説・ストーリー

He sat down and put his hands over his headphones. Damian stood up. He drew his gun. I drew mine. We walked into the circle. "Alpha Sinclair," The Crow said. His voice was smooth, melodic. It didn't sound like a villain's voice. It sounded like a priest's. "And the Mother. You have finally arrived." "Step away from the altar," Damian ordered, leveling his weapon at The Crow’s chest. "We are here for the cure. Not a fight." "There is no cure for what he is," The Crow said sadly. "Only a release." He gestured to the altar. It was carved with runnels for blood. "The boy is an Abomination, Damian. He is a breach in the natural order. The Prime blood was meant to die out for a reason. It is too v

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.

And they were still after him and the medallion. Kat rushed to assist Calix, picking up a barbed bat from a fallen ally and whacking it against the zombies surrounding Calix. She made them back off just enough to take his hand, but that was when the crows descended on him and began to vacuum him off the ground. Her heart nearly stopped. She wanted to scorch the birds, but the risk of hurting Calix was too high for her to take. She ended up holding onto his arm, not daring to let go even as she dangled down when the crows gained altitude.

Her nod was weak. My mind was half on her and the other half was on something else. I had noticed something on the attacker's body. It all happened fast but I still noticed it. And that was the image of the crow tattoo on the attacker's axe. It was something distinct to only the Crow family and I had seen it on the axe. It made me worry. There was no other axe like that in the world yet, it was distinct to Blake Crow, it was the mark of his clandestine organization, the symbol of his control and power. And he and Anthony only used that mark.

This can’t be happening. He continues, his voice low and intent. “Did you know ravens and crows are always mistaken for each other? Small‑minded people don’t see the difference. Ravens are far deadlier. Larger wingspan, more aggressive nature. Their size and those powerful beaks make them superior hunters. Their intelligence surpasses the crow’s. They can perform complex tasks. They prefer solitude, smaller flocks, but drive them to hunt together, and they become a force to be reckoned with. Those beaks can pierce skin like blades.” His eyes glaze, as though caught in a trance, almost worshiping the bird in his hand. Then he looks at me. “But you already know this. You’ve seen it firsthand.”

A gun rested at her waist. The bosses arrived one by one. Tension filled the room. The Santoro boss joked that this was either genius or insanity. Elena said she was betting on genius. The alternative was death. They waited. Silence stretched. Elena watched every entrance. An hour passed. Then another. Doubt crept in. Maybe the information was false. Marco’s voice came through her earpiece. Movement in the building next door. Elena tensed. The Bratva was not using the main entrances.

The black pitchfork was instantly deformed and bent, hitting the Shadow Megabat's chest and sending it flying down from the air like a giant fly. Another beam of light penetrated the billowing black cloud. Soon, the Sun-Swallowing King Crow's scream was heard, and its Thousand Souls Corpse Eradicator Banner blasted into pieces. The black feathers on the Sun-Swallowing King Crow's back stood like a hedgehog. Then, the King Crow fell from the mid-air howling. A few spots on its body were bald, and the shapeshifting demon looked extremely miserable and ridiculous.

His eyes are wide and he looks at a loss for words, like he can't believe what just happened. The crow caws again, and I spin around, waiting for another attack. Todd steps in front of me. The crow studies us with a black, beady eye. He hops to the edge of the table, opens his beak, and caws shrilly again. Todd lobs the book across the room. The book clips the crow, and it takes to the air, flying back into the bathroom and out an open window, disappearing into the night.

Albert sneakered, “Now, now. That's an unrefined attack. It was so slow. Did my Crimson Blade become rusty under that Benedict and Dark King's roof? White Crow was even overprotective of you.” “I'll Kill You! ” Zitrey only mumbled. With a vein suddenly burgeon her hand and in the forehead, White Crow suddenly flew sidewards and bumped strongly in the wall, when Zitrey aimed at her waist which she failed to block it. The Raven flew upwards away from them, yet rest on the roof watching.

- John Carl the zombie is attacking now! using a grabbing motion it is planning to take me down "no!"- John Carl using my reflexes I smash sideways the zombie *rrroooaarrr!!!* the zombie smash sideways but the hoard hears the commotion and now their moving closer to me in fast motion gripping to my accumulated courage, I shout! "batman I trust you!!!!!"- John Carl I run towards the zombies, in the moment of collision I block the zombie's neck using my long stick, I manage to block the 4 zombies that are approaching me