Batman Crows Novels & Stories

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa

Even my heart skipped a beat! But suddenly, quick shadows flickered overhead and a rusty scream echoed over the Citadel. Lesana opened her eyes in horror and they reflected black birds soaring in circles. Crows... Harbingers of death, scavengers. Their hoarse voice fell from the sky, echoing. Where are these nasty birds from? And why won't anyone chase them away? Cold sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades. Everyone knows: where the raven circles, death walks there.

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.

He looked at the door in anticipation as he thought to himself, "These next few years are going to be interesting." Mane looked at the creatures that were flying a few feet above his head. These beasts were grey in color with a patch of black on the feathers of their necks. They were as large as an average ten year old and looked like large sized crows. And they were extremely tricky. Mane wrinkled his brow at how much work these crows had given him. These birds were called black necked crows. They were known for their speed and evasiveness, as well as their high attack prowess. Fortunately, these birds had very poor defense and so that could be exploited. Unfortunately, their great speed ma

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

Grasping one he bounds over to the girl as others tried to help her from the crow. With one smack of the broom, Cylester sends the bird flying across the room. It falls ungracefully, trying and failing to right itself. Another hard smack has its neck twisting in an odd angle that lets everyone know it was dead as its body stills. Cylester lifts his head to stare at the wolves crowding the room. "Where did the crow come from?" He asked, voicing his curiosity.

Chapter 9: Feathers and Fate Nico stared down at the embroidered crest on his blazer pocket as the bell rang—sharp, metallic, cutting through Professor Thorne’s closing remarks like a guillotine. The bat wasn’t the usual leathery thing most vampire iconography used. Its wings were feathered. Black as midnight crow plumage, edged with an almost iridescent sheen that caught the lecture-hall lights and threw faint purple undertones. Not membrane stretched over bone. Not demonic. Almost… angelic. A single crimson tear hung from the creature’s belly like it was weeping blood instead of crying it.

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.

I knew I’d pay for it later. Crow was beside himself, he’d briefly cussed me out for just not marking Dane ages ago but we both knew doing it without his consent wasn’t possible. At least he wasn’t dumb enough to think he could just run into Venom, teeth bared and take throats. That was suicide and helped nothing.