Crows Like Shiny Things Novels & Stories

"They're feeding on the Voidmother's taint. Slowing the spread." I kneel, avoiding his gaze. "Since when can you control them?" "Since the mirror." His voice hardens. "They're... drawn to the Crown." *Liar.* The crows aren't drawn to power-they're drawn to *corpses*. But I hold my tongue. Rhydian's hand lashes out, clamping my wrist. His grip is fever-hot, his milky eyes suddenly lucid. "She's in the fen," he rasps. "The girl. The Crowshrike. She's *weaving*."

“It’s not natural.” The crows weren’t acting like birds. They weren’t trying to avoid the aircraft. They were attacking it—throwing themselves against it in a suicidal barrage, as if driven by some mindless command. Emma pressed herself against the seat, watching in horror as blood coated the windshield until they couldn’t see anything beyond it. The wipers tried to clear it, but it was too much. The whirr of the blades became a useless protest against the storm of flesh and wings. “I think they’re enchanted,” Emma muttered, more to herself than to Steve. “Or possessed.”

It was smaller than her room in the Devine mansion but it had the same feeling as her apartment back home and that made her feel the familiarity of home. *pink* *pink* *pink* Evy heard her windowpane banging. Outside was a small black crow that keeps pecking its beck at the glass. Checking it out, she quickly found her house crest painted on its leg and found a roll of paper on the other. Messenger birds were something she’s read back when she admired the pigeons being raised in the parks. This crow must be trained as well by a servant and is delivering a message. What got her curiosity was how it was able to know her location. It shouldn’t be able to see from inside the house unless it coul

I uttered, pointing at Raven as I uttered his name and at Crowden when I spoke his. They are Crow and Raven. Goddess! Two black birds that looks similar with only a few differences in features, and they are both scavengers. Just like them two… They look so much similar, just this Crowden right here looks bubbly and has a softer features compared to Raven’s rough one. Crowden looks more friendly with his all smiles face and the way he talk and make jokes, he and Beta Lufin would definitely clicked and make fun of Raven, that is for sure.

“All you have to do is call some birds to us.” The words have hardly left her mouth when I look up to see a murder of crows approaching us from the forest. She turns and sees them too, nodding and smiling her approval. They arrive and circle over head, before she tells me to send them back home. Immediately, they are taking off again in the direction they came.

If she lets rip and her temper takes over, we’ll have another crow episode. That was devastating. Me and her were fighting over something dumb a year back in the forest behind the mansion, and she exploded at me. Her newer gifts are too fresh and unbound. Red-eyed, fangs out, fury in her veins, with a snarl and shriek, and then crows started dropping out of the sky like dead weights. Littering around her, one after the other like sudden fat raindrops, devoid of all life. Falling like rocks from above, we had to run and take cover. She must have sent out some angry sonic boom, because falling birds littering the ground like leaves in autumn is not normal.

Sliding through the snow, I try to come to an abrupt stop just before I reach the place where I left Jarek's body. There is a large black mound on the ground. As I move closer I can see that it is a ton of crows all picking their way over Jarek's body. I stop in horror as I watch one of the crows pick out an eyeball and fly off with it in its mouth. A lump forms in the back of my throat as I look at the scene that is taking place in front of me.

’ I mused to myself as I rubbed off the sand and washed my footwear with the waters of the sea. And just as I turned back, the sight made my eyes almost pop out from my face. Several crows are encircling the sky. A huge ring of black and ebony was flying in a circle just a little far away from the beach. A little voice inside my head pushed me to investigate it, to see why the crows are flying in a circle. Everyone knows that crows love dead and decaying flesh that’s why it’s an emblem of death. And knowing that there is an enormous amount of crows’ presence on the beach… “Oh shit! Please, God. It can’t be.”

Beyond the glass, balanced on the ledge with the casual arrogance of something that knew it could not be touched, was a crow. Not the kind of crow that scavenged kitchen scraps or fought with sparrows over fallen bread. This one was too large, too still, its feathers so black they seemed to have swallowed a hole in the afternoon light. Its head was cocked, one eye fixed on the room with an attention that felt personal. The eye was purple. It was not a trick of the light. Purple, like something that had no business sitting in the skull of a bird. "That's not a normal crow," Naya said.

They picked up a lot of wild fruits on the mountain, all kinds of them, red prickly rose fruits, round gooey santinas, and dark old crow's eyes. The little crow loved them, and while Mu Zi was picking them, he ate quite a few, but he preferred to carry them in his mouth and play with them than eat them. Crows like small objects with bright and shiny colors. Mu Zi also found a pomegranate tree, right now is the time of pomegranate ripening, a pomegranate red and full hanging in the branch tops, heavy.