Batman Crows Novels & Stories

An airborne crow, caught in the unnatural current, flopped and cawed until it was finally able to fly clear, glossy feathers ruffled but otherwise intact—this same crow would later peck out the eyes of its own young and leave the nest a scene of blood, torn black tufts, and carnage before soaring off in pursuit of interests unknown. Across town a young couple sitting on their front porch felt a chill and shivered, the eerie sensation vexing their good spirits and reducing them to ash in one fell swoop. The recently wed couple, with the name Putnam on their welcome mat, had been relaxing and drinking sweet tea outside for a while. They had also, quite coincidentally, witnessed the arrival of

“/I dunno, maybe some do? Maybe they don’t, but I do. Sort of. Wait, can you prove it’s you?/” “/I’m the Crow./” I pause, not understanding how that would be proof. Then I remember. The Wolf and the Necromancer. “/How’d you figure that one out?/” “/I asked my teacher whether vampires could turn into bats, the way they can in some stories. She said some vampires are shapeshifters. It depends on the bloodline. Different shapeshifting bloodlines can shift into different animals. Bats, or wolves, or rats. Turns out mine can turn into crows./”

The ambush was perfectly coordinated and utterly devastating. Dozens of hostile figures exploded from concealment in the surrounding shadows like demons erupting from hell itself. Vampires with glowing crimson eyes moved like living mist, their supernatural speed making them nearly impossible to track visually. Behind them surged corrupted shadow-wolves, their howls ragged and twisted into sounds that no natural creature should ever make, their forms grotesquely enhanced by dark magic until they resembled monsters from a nightmare rather than any recognizable species. "Defensive formation!" Kai barked with the authority of a born commander.

as soon as I finished my sentence, the crow arrived just like I had predicted. I lifted the spear up into the air and began to yank it at the crow. It shrieked and tried to run away but I stabbed it on one of its wings. The crow didn’t give up. It began to scream and alert everyone close by. Right then I knew I had to finish off this crow immediately before Damon and Grace who sat together close by heard its cries. As it struggled to fly higher, I stabbed it on the leg and it dropped the letter and flew away immediately.

When I went to take the shake, he turned to me and pointed at the parking lot. “I wonder whose car that is?” he remarked and turned back to the window. I followed his gaze and nearly dropped the chocolate milk all over the table. My car was covered in crows. Crows sat on the roof and hood, some even perched on the wing mirrors. There had to be at least fifty of them. “Is that a flock of crows?” The kid’s mother asked. The little kid shook his head. “It’s not a flock when it’s crows, mama. It’s a murder.” The kid turned to me. “It’s a murder of crows.”

He stroked its onyx-colored wings and stared into its dark round eyes. At that moment, Amaya and Rina came out from their chambers and stood beside them. Remus came up from the kitchen. They clearly didn’t have a clue what was going on. The crows all belonged to the royals; they were in charge of delivering messages for them from all over the kingdom. But there weren’t any notes attached to their feet. “What’s this all about?” Rina asked her twin brother, Remus. She rubbed her eyes, as the commotion had woken her.

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.

Sliding through the snow, I try to come to an abrupt stop just before I reach the place where I left Jarek's body. There is a large black mound on the ground. As I move closer I can see that it is a ton of crows all picking their way over Jarek's body. I stop in horror as I watch one of the crows pick out an eyeball and fly off with it in its mouth. A lump forms in the back of my throat as I look at the scene that is taking place in front of me.

Damien spoke quietly. "Plan is the same. Aria sits at the table by the window. Catalina is at the table beside the door. I am at the table by the bar. Security is in the park, in plain clothes, six men. There are two snipers on the roof of the boat house. Nobody is shooting anyone unless Rose pulls a weapon." "Damien." "Aria." "There are not going to be snipers at the cafe where I am meeting my sister." "There are going to be snipers."

The harsh calls cut through the night like a warning, and my wolf immediately went on alert. Communicating with Crows were one of my rare gifts. Unlike most birds, Crows were selective of whom the associate with and it took me a few trials to get them to trust me and since then, they’ve proven their worth. They were excellent scouts and rarely made noise unless there was genuine danger. The fact that they were calling now, in the middle of the night, set every instinctive alarm bell ringing. I waded quickly to the edge of the stream and grabbed my clothes, pulling them on with shaking hands. As I tugged my shirt over my head, I caught sight of movement on the hill across from me. Six silhoue