Crows Like Shiny Things Novels & Stories

The flame had gone out and only the glow of the moon seemed to give Godric a little light. A crow had ventured onto the old masonry and announced its presence. The young priest's heart had slipped into his black robe. He had expected everything at night, but not to get such a shock. How long had he stood there just to be so lost in his thoughts? Godric's gaze turned to the crow that hadn't moved and continued to look at the blue-haired man. Their eyes met. The crow's black eyes literally devoured the blue gaze. Godric didn't know why, but this bird, as small as it was, had something attractive to him. Still, Godric was unable to move. Just as if he were under the spell of the dark gaze. He w

They must have been there since the sunrise, yet the little leprechaun was having a good time. They kept going deeper into the oak-brown and rustic woods. Because of the recent dry weather, the grasses they walked on were crackly beneath their feet. They were astounded by the trees' magnitude and grandeur. Their tangled arms grew higher and higher till they reached the top of my skull. They were boldly standing hoary fortifications. They could hear an orchestra of birdsong from them, but it abruptly ceased. High in the tree canopy, a pair of jays were shrieking. The scavengers of the bird world are jays. Their wicked, corvid eyes are on the prowl for a feathered meal at all times. They also

Dozens of them hung from the branches on both sides of the road, tied by their feet with thin silver thread. Their black wings turned slowly in the rain. Like ornaments. Like warnings. At the center of the road, painted in blood across the asphalt, was the same crown-and-claw symbol. Damien stopped the truck. The engine idled. The trees leaned close. Then every dead crow opened its eyes.

he said. A shadow fell over us. I looked up. A black crow was sitting on a nearby branch. It had three eyes. "It's not over," the crow said.

One-third of these flying crows were wrapped in white bones. They loved to eat rotten corpses, so they were famous. Moreover, once they saw weak creatures, these corpse crows would rush over in groups, using their sharp mouths wrapped in white bones to pierce towards their prey. Just then, a group of six or seven corpse crows discovered a figure passing through the valley. This figure had a young face, about 15 or 16 years old. It was a young man with a little tenderness on his face, but his eyes were very deep, like stars in the depths of two universes, shining with strange brilliance.

Looking up, the sky was not only dark because of the clouds but also the rattles and chirping of the crows was deafening… "What the hell is going on?" The crowd began screaming, especially women, when the black crows that were chirping, started falling down like rain…Creating an uncomfortable smell as they fell dead…

She did not attempt to hide her disdain. "We have studied the great birds of my land, and we know they can see a field mouse from up there. We have also discovered some birds have a penchant for shiny objects. There isn't harm in trying to divert its attention, is there?" "Quiet both of you. Let's see if Aurelia's theory proves true," Ayasu twirled her hand, and the stones circled vertically in front of her. Aurelia could've sworn the old lioness enjoyed the danger. Aurelia used the shiny surface to reflect the harsh sunrays skyward. The airborne threat screeched and changed its trajectory, "It's working, be ready, you two, I know I am."

The possibilities raced through my mind as I tried to make sense of it all. I picked up the necklace and held it in my hand, feeling the weight of the metal against my palm. It was an old piece, that much was clear from the worn edges and the way the metal had darkened over time. The crow symbol was the centerpiece of the necklace, its wings outstretched and its beak open in a silent caw. The details were incredibly intricate, with each individual feather and claw carefully etched into the metal. It was a beautiful piece, and yet, there was something ominous about it.

On top of that, he felt like the crow was spilling something important the way it didn’t shut its beak as he descended from the sky. “Oh shit. Really?” Shadow sounded bewildered. Her mouth hung wide as her eyes widened big. CAAAAAWWWW! The crow perched on the Shadow’s shoulder. Then, Samuel saw that the shocked face easily calmed down after the next scream of the crow. “Fair point. I still need to avenge my people, though.” CAAWW! At the peripheral vision of Samuel, he spotted the reaction of the crow. It was rolling its eyes while talking to Shadow. “I’m different,” Shadow started to argue as if she understood the crow.

Its wings were tipped with silver, and its eyes were large and expressive, like twin sapphires. Another bird had feathers that looked like they were dipped in gold, with intricate patterns that sparkled as it moved. Its beak was long and curved, perfect for plucking the glowing pink toadstools that dotted the forest floor. Its eyes were a striking shade of violet, giving it an almost mystical appearance. Each bird was magnificent, their odd features adding to the enchantment of the forest. It was as if they were living jewels. As I watched them, I felt a sense of wonder and awe, realizing just how extraordinary Valtor truly was.