Crooked Crows Novels & Stories

Michelle suddenly pulled out a rolled parchment and slammed it straight into my face. "Everyone, look. This is the proof!" The parchment unfurled, revealing a defensive map of the Sacred Wolf Pack, along with several wolf totems I didn't recognize. "I found this under her bed. She didn't just envy me. She colluded with outsider rogues, planning to let them infiltrate tonight's ceremony and slaughter the Sacred Wolf Pack!" Michelle's voice rose, sharp and quivering, laced with deliberately measured sobs. "What? Colluding with rogues?"

The moment I step inside, the house shifts. Grief stays upstairs. Work starts here. “James,” I say without slowing. “I want everything you can find on the Crows. Especially their president.” He’s already pulling his tablet out. “Timeframe?” “Now,” I answer. “And anyone initiated in the last three years. Names, locations, prior affiliations. I want to know who bled to get in.” James nods once and turns away, already dialing.

It overwhelmed them long enough for Eva to perforate them with exacting fire. “You know how a group of crows is called a murder? Well, for ravens, it’s called a conspiracy. Isn’t that cool?” Eva followed up. “Conspiracy of Ravens?” asked Miko. “I believe I like it. If we are going to retain a morally ambiguous company ethos, the name is certainly fitting.” “Yeah. I imagine illegal work is as plentiful as legal work. Probably even pays better, too.” “I agree. However, we should perhaps keep the illegal work off of any future streams.”

A crow made of shimmering light burst forth, its wings flaring wide as it took to the sky. “Find Harold,” Dale commanded. “Tell him everything!” The crow let out a piercing cry and disappeared into the canopy. We ran until our legs could carry us no further, finally coming to a rocky outcrop that loomed before us like a dead end. Dale cursed under his breath, pulling out yet another card. “These aren’t ordinary foxes,” he said hurriedly, his eyes scanning the area for an escape. “They’re part of a clan that’s been at war with the wolves for centuries.”

Most of the more intelligent croogwijs would opt to flee from Orbin then to fight him only to die. The brothers Orbin and Primuh were tasked as tenders for the different types of Croogwijs. Most were similar to dinosaurs; some were similar to giant insects. It was an unwritten rule: Croogwijs that end up tussling with the guardians of the forests should not be given the chance to live and must die. They had reached a clearing now, after the clearing was a huge deep trench: Rainbow coloured vapours were emitting from that trench. On the other side of the trench was a neat clearing with a lawn. Further away was a mountain. The Vapour trench ran all the way around that mountain.

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.