Crooked Crows Novels & Stories

ORLANDA RAMSEY The town of Ciadac, a South-east town managed by the Clan of Raging Crows; a clan once feared for their mastery over the darkest sorcery years ago. This dreaded clan soon came to know the God and Lord of the Christian faith as soon as the next in command, Lord Aaron Rooks, stepped into power. The Raging Crows are now known as the Purifiers Creed, whose main aim became to preach against evil acts, as tagged evil by the Holy Scriptures; as well as punishing evil men and women who derived joy in engaging wicked acts.

But they had made it this far and Lucas knew it was only a matter of time before he finally found his mate again. They had been tracking Rivers for most of the morning when they came across the grisly scene in a small clearing. The old hunting cabin had definitely seen better days and the empty beer bottles and smouldering fire pit gave away what the occupants had been doing right before they met their end. The scent of blood was hanging heavily in the air and almost masked the scent of burning wood. The snow around the fire pit was married with shoe prints and what appeared to be a scuffle.

Is this supposed to scare them? The sun was setting, it was getting dark. They can't really see what's more inside of the island because of the fogs, she heard the crows chirping. "I have bad feelings of this." She heard Desmond said, she agreed. This is worse than the forest where she met the wolverians, a second later suddenly a blue portal appeared. All of them look at each other, are they supposed to enter?

“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

We walk around, but that’s all there is other than the smell. “It’s quiet, too quiet.” Ari comments. I realize she is correct. I don’t even hear the sound of birds or any animals. Nothing for miles surrounding the cemetery as if it’s been abandoned by the wildlife. Crows love to frequent cemeteries as they are spies for my coven. They alert us to where the spirits are or where there might be trouble which means there had to be a crow here at some point. Something isn't right. “Something is not right here, Ari. We should go and call my dad. It seems we have a few things to report to him. Let’s go back to the town and talk to some locals.” I stop siphoning her abilities as we walk back to the

“That Izana guy, why are scared with him? I mean…Wejia is basically yours now. What could go wrong? Our men are already in ground zero.” Nexus kept his gaze outside the plane’s window. “Have you heard of the Emblem of Crows?” Moose chuckled as if he heard a very funny joke. “Isn’t it just a legend? About the family who started the Triad or something? That is just a benchmark for those bosses, right? Like Jane Doe of some sort.” Moose waited for his boss to berate him and agree in the end, but to no avail, it did not happen. His grin slowly faded as a look of disbelief flashed on his face like those men quietly listening.

I really love it. And then I see something. A bedraggled something flapping around on the ground by the hedge at the far side. I head over to get a closer look, and it’s a crow, a big black one with beady eyes that glint as it stares at me. My heart drops as I see he’s got his leg caught in some wire, and I hate posh guy for having such an amazing place and not taking care of the maintenance. The fence is crap down here, all broken and battered, and nature’s suffering, yet again, for humanity’s dumbfuck ignorance.

says James walking towards the man for a final punch. But James's fist stays in midair. A heavy metal cranks on his helmet. An excruciating pain originates in his left brain instantaneously. His vision gets blurry. "James!" Alicia cries out loud. James turns back with his blurry vision. He could only make out that the cart's driver was standing a step away from him. Before James could part the distance to put a punch, a metal rod swings in the air. The heavy impact of metal on James's helmet makes it fly in the air. The helmet falls to the ground and rolls forward to finally stop on its side. The eye-revealing helmet has Christ's cross symbol on its oval head. The cross symbol is now lateral

The Romano family's basement was Wade's personal chamber of horrors, a place reserved for dealing with traitors. Torture devices adorned the walls, and the floor featured ominous channels stained with the dark hue of dried blood. Rosa and Marco were caged like animals, side by side. Rosa's wrist was crudely wrapped, still oozing blood, her face ashen. Marco was a mess of bruises and cuts. The moment I walked in, their eyes were wide with terror.

turned into an open joke, whispered—and sometimes not even whispered—through the office halls. When I passed by a pair of new interns once, they smiled crookedly at me. Then, one of their whispers traveled to my ears. "Quick, the old crow's coming. Watch out, or she'll peck you." "I heard there's a group chat just for her," the other replied, snickering. "Are you in it?" "Not yet. Add me!" Scenes like this played out nearly every day, and it finally came to a head during a major project presentation.