Fox Crow Story Novels & Stories

An airborne crow, caught in the unnatural current, flopped and cawed until it was finally able to fly clear, glossy feathers ruffled but otherwise intact—this same crow would later peck out the eyes of its own young and leave the nest a scene of blood, torn black tufts, and carnage before soaring off in pursuit of interests unknown. Across town a young couple sitting on their front porch felt a chill and shivered, the eerie sensation vexing their good spirits and reducing them to ash in one fell swoop. The recently wed couple, with the name Putnam on their welcome mat, had been relaxing and drinking sweet tea outside for a while. They had also, quite coincidentally, witnessed the arrival of

Grasping one he bounds over to the girl as others tried to help her from the crow. With one smack of the broom, Cylester sends the bird flying across the room. It falls ungracefully, trying and failing to right itself. Another hard smack has its neck twisting in an odd angle that lets everyone know it was dead as its body stills. Cylester lifts his head to stare at the wolves crowding the room. "Where did the crow come from?" He asked, voicing his curiosity.

Armina's perspective: I stare into the sky in amazement as flames ignite, the air around us pushing it up into the sky like a tornado. As I watch I see them; hundreds of oversized crows; their bodies igniting as the sound they make is so high pitched all of us wolves are on the ground. The sound piercing our ears, I try to block it out, my intense hearing working against me as the sound feels so piercing I'm worried my ears are going to rupture.

"I'm a cold-blooded tyrant who kills without blinking. The two of us are clearly a match made by heaven." After saying that, he lifted me into his arms and strode outside. "What are you doing? Put me down!" I cried, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck. "We're going to see the Fox King and set a date," he said with complete righteousness. One month later, Moonridge and the Fox Clan held the bonding ceremony as scheduled. It was grand beyond anything seen before. Music drifted from the heavens, and spiritual blossoms rained down across the sky. I wore a flowing crimson bridal gown and a jeweled crown, walking toward the altar under countless gazes.

Frank didn't make a move after witnessing me tend to the little bird. He went to his room, and I went to mine. Nothing exciting or passionate happened at all. I wondered how the crow was doing. I sat up and went out to check on the creature I had cared for. Surely, after a night’s rest, it would be a bit more spirited, wouldn't it? I pulled back the towel I had draped over the bird. The sight beneath made my heart stop. “Oh my god!” Clutching my chest, I gasped for air. The crow I had placed in the cardboard box last night had been decapitated. Its head and body were laid separately under the towel I had used to cover it.

Each creature, from the tiniest insect to the most majestic stag, was part of the rich tapestry of werewolf lore. "See that fox there, Raven?" Silas pointed, his eyes gleaming with admiration. The fox's coat was a brilliant red, its movements fluid and stealthy as it navigated the underbrush. "In our culture, it symbolizes cunning and adaptability. We learn from these creatures; we connect with them." Raven's eyes followed the fox, her breath catching at its beauty. "It's like the forest is alive with stories," she marveled, her voice tinged with awe. "Each animal, each sound, it's like a language I never knew."

They were snarling at me, licking their chomps in my face, when I heard a voice behind me. The women were just like the foxes colors, the cross Fox was a tanned woman with long orange red hair, the black fox was white with black hair, and the red Fox was white with red hair, what freaked me out es that none of them had eyes, they where all skin, and bones. They didn’t move an inch, the sky had changed back to dark, but the white fox in the middle didn’t, it actually glowed, “okay now I know I’m drunk on my birthday, because this all looks a freaky version of an alien abduction,” I start to massage my head because now I think that I imaged the voice that spoke from behind me. It scared me tha

We hurried out and went to join Karen's group. We got to the venue, and Karen jumped on me and kissed me fiercely. She was so excited, and I wondered where the excitement was coming from. "You should have seen you girl, men, she took out six wolves. The crazy part was when she killed four that were hiding with her eyes closed. Men this girl reminds me of the legends about the Hunters." Danjuma said with so much admiration for Karen, and I realised that there was no hex. "Where is he?" I heard Gavin say, sounding a bit uncomfortable, and I decided I would ask him why soon.

the red-haired man sighed, "Then bring him in." I looked around bewilderedly. This was a closed space with no doors or windows. How could I bring Klaus in? But in the next moment, I understood. The "you" in the red-haired man's words didn't refer to me; it referred to the black crow. "Squawk!" The black crow circled in the air, its body rapidly expanding from a small bird into a huge falcon, its rough cry turning into a melodious song. I stared in astonishment at the crow's transformation, almost suspecting I was dreaming. Then, without looking back, the black falcon flew towards the wall, causing ripples to appear in the white wall as it collided. The falcon passed through the wall as if th

My voice was strong as I said, "We'll stand against you, Swiftclaw, no matter what. Fighting for what's right is always worth it." Swiftclaw laughed loudly as he walked to a fallen tree and sat down. He looked at me from the tree, his amusement turning into something oddly calm and unsettling. "Let me tell you a story, Marco. A story about wanting things and what happens because of it." His voice was smooth, like honey dripping from his mouth. "Once, there was a wolf who really wanted the stars, thinking he could take them. But he couldn't see the darkness under his paws because he was so focused on what he wanted." I listened, still being cautious, but I got interested even though I didn't