Crooked Crows Novels & Stories

“Jackson?!” I had a bad feeling about this. I was all alone in a dark meadow field with nothing but the dozens of crows hovering above in a circle. I look up when one of the crows grew louder than the others. I could swear that the crow looked straight at me, it's large red eyes staring right through me as his crowing echos loudly in the open space. The crows then swoop down, heading for my direction. I close my eyes and shield my face from them, feeling their wings hitting me all over as I feel them fly right past me.

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.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

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.

The candle flame wavered and abruptly winked out more than a yard away. Something trembled in the black church then, seemed to sigh almost, and a cold draft made its way through the darkness, scrabbling up the brickwork and over pews, twisting and convulsing up the aisle toward the doors. William Salt felt it pass but did not move; he remained stock-still with his arms crossed before him. Outside, the great lightning-struck oak rustled uneasily. 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 bloo

Surprised, he studied the bird, looking for some deformity that would mark the bird as one of Lamashtu’s servants. The crow’s feathers were smooth and inky black, and its head and beak looked well-formed. It was not until Ralin’s gaze moved down to the bird’s feet that he saw it. Instead of having three bent black toes on each foot, this crow had only two toes on one foot and four on the other. Ralin was pretty sure the bird was one of Lamashtu’s minions.

Giant was saying, "that was all we asked of you. And you grudge us the food "Be glad I didn't grudge you fire too." Craster was a thick man made thicker by the ragged smelly sheepskins he wore day and night. He had a broad flat nose, a mouth that drooped to one side, and a missing ear. And though his matted hair and tangled beard might be grey going white, his hard knuckly hands still looked strong enough to hurt. "I fed you what I could, but you crows are always hungry. I'm a godly man, else I would have chased you off. You think I need the likes of him, dying on my floor? You think I need all your mouths, little man?" The wildling spat. "Crows. When did a black bird ever bring good to a ma

"NO ... NO ... NO !!" the sound of a crow. I was surprised to hear the sound, and made the hairs on my neck stand up. “Huh, crow? I should how? I'm afraid!" I said panicked. I remember that crows are friends of vampires, which is why I was afraid. Not only that as a child I was attacked by crows for no reason. That's why I was scared and plus this isn't my world, I'm in my own novel world. The crow in my novel world is a vampire friend, the one who always reports to the vampire leader is a black crow like the crow in front of me right now.

This time I wasn't near either of those people however, I was on a train, heading back home. They had posted a picture of two people. The man was older, with grey hair and a grey beard. He wore a military uniform and had a golden crown on his head. His wife was about the same age, though she still had some brown mixed in with her hair. She wore a modest, royal blue dress, and had a silver crown on her head. I scrolled down and started reading the article.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly