Batman Crows Novels & Stories

The voice had been raspy, urgent, and venom-laced: "You let him cage your blood, Alejandro. Your own father. That coin you follow around like a pet? Dino isn't your brother. He's the bastard who stole your name. Capello? He used you. Elena? She pities you." Alejandro hadn’t responded. But the seed was planted. Now, the rage churned quietly beneath his calm mask. Upstairs, Dino gathered the team around a large table littered with maps and surveillance photos. "Riva says the Crows are ex-military, mostly Eastern European, some tied to old KGB networks. They don't work for money; they work for bloodlines. Sanchez must've set this up years ago as a fallback."

Her fingers froze. It was gone. In its place lay a single black feather, sharp and gleaming against the linen. Bianca’s blood ran cold. She knew the symbol. The Black Crows, a splinter faction exiled years ago. Ruthless. Patient. Known for one thing: killing not the body first, but the soul. Someone had been in her room. Someone Matteo didn’t know was already inside his walls. The feather was more than a threat. It was a promise.

And what was crazier, it turned out that behind him stood three other *Ruby Bats, even though his eyeballs still looked cloudy. Aaric, Aefar, Halvir, Mischa, as well as the other higher-ups, were stunned to see the elite Bat troop in front of them. Four *Rubys together with their King. The rest are *Sapphires. There was none lower in level among the Bats except *Sapphires. A line of 300 Bat troops against 1000 combined troops from Blue Forest Village, Western Wolves, and several villages joined. Although the alliance from Blue Forest Village has three times the number of Bats. His strength level is too great a gap. Many of them all shuddered at the sight of the expressionless Bat Corps yet a

Hands clenched into fists, he swore, he'd definitely catch the man next time. With the last bit of strength and sanity left, Brawen carried Julie in her arms, her legs running at a speed as fast as the wind, the scenery on the side of the road passing by like a mirage. After safely passing through the barrier with a bit of his cunning, Brawen saw that the bat Dracula had been standing there ever since. It is so big that it seems like 5-6 people can climb on its back, its purple fur in the night is iridescent.

The person’s brain splattered, dying on the spot. Smack! Swoosh! Splatter! ... Damian, Ronald, and Tyrell followed suit, mercilessly slaughtering all those who had been infected. Their actions were ruthless and cold-blooded. The others were left in stunned silence. Whoosh. Andrius noticed that no bats dared to approach the torches. He had an idea and grabbed a torch, swinging it at the bats. The Sanguis bats immediately retreated in fear. “Fire! The bats are afraid of fire! Use fire to attack them!”

Silversmith looked content, a gleam in his eye of pure glee. Out of nowhere, Klara’s hand half transformed and shot up plunging her black claws up through the soft tissue of his jaw. Silversmith’s eyes widened, his breath gargled. She jumped onto the cot behind him with so fluidly it was as if she’d been training since being a pup. Her hand keeping him upright and still… but not dead. “At least I know whose blood is on whose hands now,” she growled. A breath wooshed out of Marc and he instantly put a hand on the guard, Dan’s, shoulder, stopping him from interfering.

In front of the camp, there are thousands of beasts such as bears, tigers, lions, alligators, and many more that are gathered from the command of their one and only master. Suddenly the bat-like creatures in the sky flew down toward the rebels who are still confused and panicked in the current situation. Like the tornado vortex, the throng of bat-like creatures descend upon the rebel and the scream of those in its ways starts to echo. The blood splatter and is sucked into the black vortex that concise millions of the heinous creature.

She did not think mere birds could damage Dominic’s shield, no matter how many there were or how fast they rammed into it. “These crows are imbued with magic,” Dominic said, answering Leesa’s unasked question. “Not very powerful, but the combined effect is taking its toll.” He poured more of his own magic into the shield, and the cracks slowly mended themselves. The crows kept attacking, throwing themselves against the shield, heedless of the consequences. The mound of dead birds continued to grow. Leesa stole a glance at phantom Rave. She thought she saw the tiniest hint of a smile on the corner of his lips. She knew the smile was the demon’s doing, not Rave’s.

Dozens of them hung from the branches on both sides of the road, tied by their feet with thin silver thread. Their black wings turned slowly in the rain. Like ornaments. Like warnings. At the center of the road, painted in blood across the asphalt, was the same crown-and-claw symbol. Damien stopped the truck. The engine idled. The trees leaned close. Then every dead crow opened its eyes.

"Caw!" The crow swooped down from Landon's shoulder to the ground. "You Krowonian priests are truly wicked. You're actually trying to pin this on Chaos!" Eyes darkening, the crow declared, "Your lives are worthless now. Caw!" In ancient times, crows were sacred creatures with iridescent black feathers. They possessed one innate gift—their death omens never failed. Especially now when it took matters into its own talons. The men in black drew their final breaths without knowing their killer's identity. Their hopes of reporting back to the master were mere wishful thinking. Their last sight was of the man approaching Chaos, reaching out to press his hand against its head. Then darkness took th