Batman Crows Novels & Stories

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.

"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

But the snake held fast, its grip deadly. The other snakes followed suit, wrapping themselves around the wolves' bodies, squeezing tight. The wolves howled in agony, their bodies thrashing about as they tried to escape the deadly embrace. Meanwhile, the bats took to the skies, their leathery wings beating fiercely as they swooped down upon the crows. The crows cawed loudly, their black feathers ruffled by the bats' sudden attack. The bats dive-bombed the crows, their tiny teeth snapping shut just inches from the birds' beaks. The crows flapped their wings wildly, trying to shake off the bats, but the bats clung tight, their claws digging deep into the crows' feathers.

“Tell me.” Her smile grew. “They call us crows. Because of the way we look, dark crow’s eyes, and dark hair, like their feathers. And because we’re also very, very good at knowing when there’s going to be blood. You can see flocks of them sometimes flying over to-be-battlefields because they recognize the signs. Swarms of them, all ready to scavenge.” “And you think you’re a crow now? Is that it?” She pushed the heel of her wrist against his chest, palm scraping against the edge of his shoulder collar. “Don’t tease,” she mock-warned. “Trust my instincts.”

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

I ignore him and turn to bar duty. There are cases of beer and pop under the counter. The newly bought hard liquor is lined up against the back wall. There's a club emblem on that same wall above the bottles. It's the same one the club members wear on their vests. It's actually pretty damn cool, but fuck if I tell any of them that. It's a crow on motorcycle handlebars with two skulls in front. Desert Crows is written on a banner across the top. The design is in a black circle. It looks ominous, which is what the person who designed it was going for.

There was some weird scent that made Bruce automatically know that the bat was nearby. Going around the crowd, Bruce climbed the tree to get a better view. He wasn’t interested in the composer but he was curious about the blind bat. Why was he here and where was he hiding? The shark warrior tried to scan the crowd and he did so for fifteen minutes. There were about two hundred people in the crowd but after going through every single face, he couldn’t see that annoying creature.

But he can't think of something! 'Maybe something? Like fighting just like in the games?' He thought. Just like in the data shown. A full-grown Macrobat! "Haha! You're flattering me." Butt is happy when he "the idiot" was this amazed! "Since your this kind and thoughtful. I wouldn't mind showing off to you." The bat flapped his wing! 'So wide!' 'Browny black red and this wide!' Of course, this time Luis Park felt unhappy! He badly wanted to escape this cave so far!

While every member of the army was working hard to build their future home, there were two shiny cocoons in the middle of their lot guarded by rats and their little golems. They were Lorne mowers II and Ben Dover II, and as their mothers, were brood mothers too. David needed tanks and attackers to start hunting, and the solution was simple: plated rhinos and blood vultures. Bone vultures would not be as useful as their red cousin, so Upton was spared of the role.

It looks as normal as it could be. "I did it..." she whispered when the crow stopped squawking and fixed its gaze upon her. Karmina held the candle just a tad bit closer and noticed the blood that stained its dark feathers was also covered in black ink. She reached out cautiously and ran her fingers along its feathers, the black tainted blood smeared her fingers. As she smiled, the sense of relief washing over her, the crow's body expanded. First in its belly, then its head, until its body ruptured. She let out a scream as feathers, blood and bones splattered her and the inside of her hut.