I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

“The world will be a better place once they are all in jail.” Crow stepped up and put his hand on Kizzy’s shoulder. “I can try and find the money you lost, if you like. I do a bit of hacking every once and a while.” Monster looked up at him. “I thought you were sleeping, bird man.” Crow shrugged as he stared at his very large MC brother. “Too pissed to sleep, Monster man.” “Now look,” Monster began. “I had a concussion, ok?” Crow looked surprised. “What?”

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

But I willed myself to be calm. The crow landed on the ground a few metres away from me and I stared at him in desperation. How was I going to fight off nine dark ones, stronger than any human men? The crow blinked at me and I suddenly felt something beneath me. Something sharp. The dark ones got closer to me but every time I snarled, they backed away a little.

He was afraid Chaos would snap his wings into two. The crow knew that he wasn't a match for Chaos. Therefore, the former strongly rejected when Landon got him to pick Chaos up. Although Chaos gained a human conscience, it was futile as he still loved to eat! The crow tumbled inside Sam's pocket, struggling to signal Landon to release him. However, Chaos looked over when the crow tried to move. A deceptively innocent stare masked a simmering rage. Chaos was planning to knock the crow unconscious for its disobedience. Sensing the shift in the air, the crow froze, utterly speechless.

I said quietly, "are you pushing me toward art just to trade me off at a higher price?" The cigar cutter hit the coffee table with a loud smack as he shot up, his face shaking with anger. "What did you just say?" I stood tall, my words deliberate. "I'm not going to be part of any arranged marriage. I'm applying for computer science at Camford University. I'm living for me, not for deals or expectations." The room went still, as if the air itself turned to ice. The storm hit without warning, fierce and sudden.

"Did you ever come close to introducing yourself to me. In all those years." Catalina looked down at her teacup. "Once. The afternoon Iris died. You sat on a bench outside the hospital. You were sixteen. You did not cry. You sat and you stared at the parking lot for two hours. I sat across the parking lot in a car and I had my hand on the door handle for an hour and twenty minutes. I could not make myself open it." "Why." "Because I had promised. And because I was afraid that the version of you I had imagined for sixteen years would not survive meeting the actual woman you were going to be. I have thought about that afternoon every day since."

“It seems like we’re all complete, who are here because the food is free and I know you’re all full, so let’s play a game. To help us digest.” “No thanks.” Capt. Crowel said. “I already digested everything earlier when Lancaster chased me. I even went to the bathroom. That’s how fast it digested.” Isis immediately showed his middle finger at Capt. Crowel. She grimaced. It seems like she really shouldn't let Isis know that she had a crush on Capt. Crowel before. Isis will surely explode. I better keep it to myself. “Then don't join,” Donnovan interrupted. “Fuck you,” Capt. Crowel immediately answered, which made her shake her head.

MIT had offered me a place in an early summer research program, allowing me to arrive before the rest of the freshman class. The night before my flight, I packed the last of my belongings and made myself pasta and a small chocolate cake. Then I placed the four LEGO figures around the table one final time. “I guess this is my college send-off,” I told them. “And our last dinner together.” Their painted faces smiled back at me. I smiled too. “You don’t have to keep me company anymore.” From now on, I would walk alone. The next morning, I boarded my flight to Boston. As the plane prepared for takeoff, the Bellini family group chat suddenly came alive.

He sat down and put his hands over his headphones. Damian stood up. He drew his gun. I drew mine. We walked into the circle. "Alpha Sinclair," The Crow said. His voice was smooth, melodic. It didn't sound like a villain's voice. It sounded like a priest's. "And the Mother. You have finally arrived." "Step away from the altar," Damian ordered, leveling his weapon at The Crow’s chest. "We are here for the cure. Not a fight." "There is no cure for what he is," The Crow said sadly. "Only a release." He gestured to the altar. It was carved with runnels for blood. "The boy is an Abomination, Damian. He is a breach in the natural order. The Prime blood was meant to die out for a reason. It is too v

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.