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"I won't be dealing with the likes of you. Anyone who can help pull this club out of the pile of dog shit it's been rolling in has a chance. I don't give a fuck what color their skin is. You would have killed that baby's aunt and allowed Kiley to go to a cho-mo. The only nigger I'm looking at is you and that includes anyone who wants to side with you." I look around again. "If you do, get the fuck out now." All attention is back on me. "If you plan to stay, you need to know a few facts about exactly who we are. It's time we begin living up to our name." I take my cut off and turn it around so everyone sees the emblem. "We're Crows-a tight-knit family. Loyal. We protect our territory. Like a

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

It was a smidgen of Marcellus’ telepathic powers that we acquired now from Azabrahs. Suddenly, the flock of crows appeared out of nowhere and started to scavenge the corpses of the fallen soldiers. A scene that could be seen on Morterra Bridge was Hitchcockian and gut-wrenching. Crows were chomping cadavers. Their mushed and mutilated corpses, which were evidence of a bloodbath that happened here just moments ago, were quickly vanishing as crows were pecking at them with their greedy beaks. “No rest for the wicked Kandreah”, Malleteagan said and stood up.

"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

Goodbye, Volkecrest Krowns. -

The whole room was filled with his laughter for a few seconds. “Who made you think I’ll kneel to anyone?” My heart was beating so fast. Not in a good way. But I was nervous for Alpha Kai’s sake at this point. He might even be cut off from limb to limb, burned alive, or skewered like a barbecue. That’s how barbaric these Red Crows are to their enemies. If the twin pack were horrible, they are not compared to how disgusting these crows hunt. They kill for fun. They kill because they wanted to.

It seemed like a good time to go through it. I went through the files and saw that Michael personally did his findings himself. The report was thorough and very well detailed. It was a large file on the notorious Skulls and Crows. I read through it all. The Skulls and Crows started were initially a mystery and they were not always called by their name. They were a group of individuals from different countries but they had one thing in common. They wanted to make money the legal way but they wanted to it on the wrong side of the law.

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 mean, “Will you do me a favor and get lost?” he said while fixing the hem of his fitted dress shirt, “Why didn’t Xerxes come? He knew about this one, my god,” he dramatically fixed his hair on his forehead. “You’re there, nothing to worry about,” the woman said, “Come on, let’s get this done,” All of us were divided based on our factions; The Canine, The Dawn, The Sabletail, The Wildridge, and The Averrant.