Crows Like Shiny Things Novels & Stories

My dad screamed out. The crow appeared to be just a normal crow at all. It’s just squawking and that’s probably its own way of begging for its life. Based on my non-professional inspection, there’s really nothing weird about it. I decided to just snapped its neck off then I threw it to the trashcan before eventually going back inside the house.

The harsh calls cut through the night like a warning, and my wolf immediately went on alert. Communicating with Crows were one of my rare gifts. Unlike most birds, Crows were selective of whom the associate with and it took me a few trials to get them to trust me and since then, they’ve proven their worth. They were excellent scouts and rarely made noise unless there was genuine danger. The fact that they were calling now, in the middle of the night, set every instinctive alarm bell ringing. I waded quickly to the edge of the stream and grabbed my clothes, pulling them on with shaking hands. As I tugged my shirt over my head, I caught sight of movement on the hill across from me. Six silhoue

Her eyes go first. I already knew, in an abstract kind of way, that birds: crows especially, will take the eyes from a corpse as a choice delicacy: easy pickings. Easy pickings... I'd not realised rats do too. Or at least, it's not something I'd considered. Now I have a ringside seat. Within hours, I think, of the water receding, once more I hear the scratching of claws on concrete. Whiskers tremble, glinting green against the gloom of the tunnel. Eyes reflect green against the darkness.

From the look of things, it was a crow, but deep down I knew it was no ordinary crow at all. Its eyes were glowing, a terrifying bright red as its dark feathers rustled against the wind. For some unknown reason, I felt a strange pull toward this bird. It was an overwhelming kind of attraction, almost forcing me to go closer to it, to reach for it, to touch it, and it was so dangerously irresistible.

He stared into the red eyes of the three black birds and started walking towards the window, eyes fixed on them, body trembling. All three birds had their gazes fixed on him, as though watching him with human eyes. Strangely, he felt like a prey before its predator—even though they were just birds. Anxiety overwhelmed him as he neared. Something about the way the crows were looking at him that just seemed off.

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.

Zoran and Naelis immediately followed her gaze, their primordial instincts on high alert. Perched on a low branch was a large, jet black crow. Its eyes weren't the usual bead-like birds' eyes, they were cold, obsidian voids that seemed to be absorbing in everything they were saying. The bird sat perfectly still, its head tilted in a way that looked disturbingly human. The moment it realized it had been spotted, the crow let out a harsh, mocking caw. It spread its wings and took flight, disappearing into the dark canopy of the surrounding forest before Zoran could even think of shifting.

Her two buttons were already on. "What will happen to me after we get married? Should I wear thick powder? Summer must be surprised if my face is always red." In her bedroom, Summer was lying on her stomach. She looked adorable with one hand supporting her chin and her legs constantly moving like a swimmer. "Toby, listen carefully. Sparrows are small birds about the size of a tennis ball. They are brown with a few black and gray markings in some parts," Summer read an article she found for her plushie.

Like seriously, now I wonder what good deeds he did back in his life to swim in money. I unconsciously stepped to the side when my eyes caught the small shimmering object on the shelf. A glided birdcage. It was small, too small for any bird, but it was beautiful with shimmering crystals over the dome and door. A faint smile touched my lips. Cages were lovely unless we were inside them rather than admiring them from outside.

After a massive lunch, we started eating the apples and pears peeled and served by Quinn. We decided to rest for a while, I lie on the ground and looked at the clear blue sky. Rendall did the same, Quinn rested her back on the oak tree. “Are those?” my brows furrowed with what we saw. A flock of crows almost covered the fresh blue sky as it flew very fast as something scared them away. “Crows.” Rendall stood up and take a closer look, the sky became dark as the sunlight is being trapped on the crow’s wings.