Crows Like Shiny Things Novels & Stories

She gestured at the core with her head. “Okay,” Cutter agreed, though he sounded a little skeptical. Ru didn’t know why. Birds liked apple cores, didn’t they? The two of them stepped out into the yard and around the corner. The crow still sat in the tree, looking at Ru’s every move. “Here bird, bird, bird, bird, bird!” Cutter called and dropped the core on top of the snowy ground. The crow watched the apple fall but soon lost interest. Returning its beady stare to Ru, it cawed and then took off flying, slowly. A few feet in front of her, it stopped midair, turned, and cawed again.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

Eden’s POV My jaw dropped open. The crow continued to circle high above. Caw. Caw. It screeched at us in a frantic, frenzied way. “Did you just say…sister?” I whispered back to Beta Brighton. Unlike the rest of us, he was looking up at the crow with admiration. Crows have never been my favorite bird. They’re scavengers and they’re smart. A group of crows is called a ‘murder’. I always found that disturbing. But Beta Brighton gripped my arm. “Please,” he said under his breath.

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

While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock on my window I saw a crow. I immediately opened my and saw that its eyes were very red, almost the color of blood, and also its body was very black. It looks horrible. I was stopped when I saw a paper pinned into the crow's foot so I picked it up. But before that, it pecked my hand first which causes me to let go of the paper and hold my hand that is now bleeding because its beak is too sharp to the point that my hand bleeds and it stings. Then it suddenly left and I saw from its spot earlier the paper stuck to its foot. I immediately took it and opened it and I almost crumpled the paper because of what was on the

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

It flew into her stomach just before she could reach it. The crow pecked at her stomach. No matter how hard it peck, it just goes through her. The worm cannot be reached with its short beak. The crow squawked angrily as it flies away from the soul monster. Jesse pressed the binoculars at her eyes as she saw a crow soar at the scene she was looking at. Clement placed a bunch of papers at the teacher’s desk. The sound made Jesse tremble. “What’s wrong?” He asked, taking his hand off the papers.

Warm radiance had filled her, whether from the soft vibrating or not she couldn’t tell. Then something—the girl’s glare, or something in the murky woodland beyond the lighted window maybe—caused the mocking crow to squawk in panic. Its gloss-black wings flared and it defecated and launched itself from the ledge. Mouth agape, it hit an ivy-covered tree in its rush and dashed the brains out of its sleek-shaped skull before tumbling dead into the brambles below.

“Maybe we can speed between goal posts?” I point out, meaning from perch to perch where the crows are, we could hyper speed then wait on them to move, and go again. Which is exactly what we do the second we see them land further on and move to go. Racing to the next set of trees in the blink of an eye and the birds move again, in a game of follow me.

He just followed the lane that led him to the edge of the lake. At that time, he heard some crows cawing above some trees, making the scene more lively. He looked at them, and something was felt inside him. He thought they were strange birds because they stay in a group. Sometimes, they try to bully other birds when they are in a group.