I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

A few minutes later, I stood before the towering, double-arched doors of the High Council chamber. I stopped, closing my eyes, and took a deep, stabilizing breath. In the dark of my mind, I felt a sudden, heavy shift. "Finally," my inner wolf growled, his voice a low, sinister rumble that vibrated against my ribs as he bared phantom teeth. "The throne is ours. Let the old men bleed." Patience, I commanded him. I consciously shifted my posture, shedding the skin of a triumphant usurper and slipping into the perfect caricature of a broken, grief-stricken brother.

We walk around, but that’s all there is other than the smell. “It’s quiet, too quiet.” Ari comments. I realize she is correct. I don’t even hear the sound of birds or any animals. Nothing for miles surrounding the cemetery as if it’s been abandoned by the wildlife. Crows love to frequent cemeteries as they are spies for my coven. They alert us to where the spirits are or where there might be trouble which means there had to be a crow here at some point. Something isn't right. “Something is not right here, Ari. We should go and call my dad. It seems we have a few things to report to him. Let’s go back to the town and talk to some locals.” I stop siphoning her abilities as we walk back to the

"The future of Anderson Corporation won't be tied down by outdated traditions. We'll break boundaries and set new rules. The future belongs to those who can see ahead, not those stuck in the past." The room erupted in applause. I stepped down from the stage under everyone's gaze, calm and steady. Josh came up right away, speaking in a low voice, "The car to the airport is ready, Ms. Anderson. Your meeting with Redwood Valley Ventures starts in five hours." I kept walking toward the private exit. In the shadows along the hallway, I thought I caught sight of a familiar figure standing still, watching me with a complicated gaze. A breeze drifted in from the far end, carrying the open, endless f

It was a place where the weight of the past met the promise of what was to come an intersection of power, history, and fate. And yet… word traveled fast. Whispers said the last heir of Lunari was coming. Aeryn Valecrow. I had never seen him, but I knew the stories. Raised in the Shadow wilds. A warrior without mercy. A ghost made of smoke and ash. But I didn’t believe in ghosts. Danger was another story, and I believed in danger. "Lady Kaela." A voice called to my right a soft, male voice clipped. It was Erydan, my father's second-in-command. His eyes scanned the crowd. “We were not told the Lunari would attend.”

I grabbed a handful of her hair and, amid her frightened screams, quickly snipped it into a ruined mess. She shrieked, "My hair!" I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you say you wanted to ruin my face earlier? To the point that no werewolf will ever look in my way again?" Julia's eyes snapped wide as color faded from her face. She tried to scramble back in terror. I took the crown box and opened it slowly right in front of her. The silver crown glittered under the lights, a cruel contrast to how disheveled and pathetic she looked.

It watched them with intelligent eyes. Faith stopped and looked at the bird. For a second, she felt a cold shiver. “Faith? What is it?” Killian asked, holding her close. “Nothing,” she said, looking away. “Let's just go home.” But as the car drove away, the crow opened its beak. It didn't caw. It spoke in a voice that sounded exactly like Father Thomas. “The first cycle is complete. The second cycle begins at the gate.” The crow took flight, heading north, toward the Academy.

And that… That was the first time I saw it. Not her power. Not yet. But her will. Sharp. Unyielding. Terrifying. She stood between death— And something that had never once been kind to her. And she chose it anyway. Chose to protect. Chose to endure. Chose to care. Until the crow healed. Until it could fly again. That crow— Was me. I had taken form out of curiosity. Out of boredom. Out of something I did not yet understand.

They hovered over their roof while they cawed and cooed. When Brie came out of the door, the crows flew down and put their beak to the ground. They made the green lawn around the house into glistening black. After muttering a few words, she went inside again. Ivana approached her to ask how was she. Alas! Brie was sound asleep. She was sleep-walking! Their father came out of his room, too. He investigated what was happening. "Crows! They visited you on your eighteenth birthday, too, Ivana!" Orlando was perplexed momentarily.

Deniega and he wants my father's help. But before they could even talk about the solution to that problem, the lights began to flicker. Thinking quickly, I went towards the room in order to check for them. When I arrived I didn't realized that I stepped on a trap. There came that culprit wearing his mask. He took his knife and stabbed Mr. Deniega. My father tried to stop him but it was too dark. Without hesitation, I dropped down my mini camera to record the murder but instead of it, I didn't realized that I dropped my projector invention.

No one was! My crows finally come in my vision, circling around above. My lips turn into a nasty smile as their eyes turn red. "Go." I whispered, snapping my head back to the clearing. They let out a caw as they flew towards the clearing. I chant louder as I walk forward. As soon as the crows near the clearing, they began to drop dead one after the other. Furious and beyond enraged, I chant louder, cursing the damn witch who continues to mock me even in death.