Crow Oc Novels & Stories

I say, standing up quickly. “Are we sure it is the correct crow?” Alexander asks. “Certain. By the way, human screams came for it. I would believe it is the correct one.” I reply, walking towards the cage. “So? What do we do now? How do we make sure it doesn’t get loose?” Michael asks, staring at the crow. “I’m not sure. I have been thinking about that for the entire time I have been waiting.” I scratch my head. “I can talk, you imbeciles!” We all stood in shock when the crow spoke. “Let me go. Otherwise, I will poke your eyes out.”

We all look up to see the sky covered in thousands and thousands of black dots. "Professor Runn," Headmaster Noah shouts. "Yes," Professor Runn asks, running to the headmaster's side. "I want to be sure," the Headmaster starts, "But those are three different animal swarms. Right?" Professor Runn adjusts his glasses as he leans forward to see the swarms better. "Wait," Headmistress Amaya says. "Did you just say 'three different swarms'?" "He's right," Runn says, leaning back. "I see crorvid and aggridid and even dipteric. But how is that possible?"

With a soft, innocent voice. A crow sitting in a tree branch bent its neck and its black eyes turned red. It squawked as crows flew to Ella's corpse.

strands of short-cut hair falling into her eyes. “I want you to understand me well, so I’ll try to explain everything as clearly as I can. Caregivers are not the first-best people, chosen by the Organization. It’s more complicated than that. For every person with rare DNA, there is only one person, which makes it not at all easy to find her, bring her to the Quarters and connect and pair her with the right partner.” Her hands form into fists. “But Eagles have their ways. The Organization’s members are high-profile, important figures with unimaginably large sums in their accounts. You wouldn’t believe how far their power reaches.” She helplessly leans her head against the wall and sta

“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

Rose said. “Why the fuck would we call it that?” Jimmy asked her. Rose pointed at each of us in turn. “Wolf, wolf, wolf, wolf, and let’s see. Yeah. Wolf. Like it or not, you are the only wolves in town, and you know the Graycorts will make your place their hangout. You’re a pack. Why can’t any of you admit it?” Kam pecked her on the head. “Not one of your novels, Love.”

｡༶・° D I S C L A I M E R °・༶ ｡. Creature is rated mature and the plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains mature themes, swearing, sexual content and drug abuse. Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution.

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

someone asked, their confusion mirrored by others in the group. Malric couldn't fully grasp the peculiar sensation he felt, so he could only explain, "This crow is no ordinary crow." "Not an ordinary crow?" The group trusted Malric's judgment and followed his lead, bowing to the crow. To their astonishment, the crow accepted their gesture. Puffing out its chest, it strutted a few steps forward with a distinct air of importance. Fergus was baffled. "Aria, this…" Aria stroked her chin thoughtfully. "The crow is indeed special. It's proving to be quite effective," she said cryptically as if referring to something else.

She heard the snick of a blade clearing its scabbard, then: “Katelyn? Are you all right?” Crucian Crowe was in the ruined entranceway behind her, his eyes and his long hair and garbs all black, a length of steel glinting in one hand. He peered into the murky house. The German shepherd lingered beside him. “More callers? Dear me,” said Glee, aroused to fever. “Come in, come in! Don’t leave your guests out there in the cold, child. They can watch.” She smiled atop her nest of bones, her pet still huddled between her hiked-up legs.