I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

Sure, trying to fool me. “Jeez, I am Crowden, Antheia. Such a shame you can’t even distinguish me from your mate.” he uttered with the same hyped tone that Crowden often uses. I rolled my eyes at him. “I know your scent Raven. But nice act, if I am not aware of your scent you could have fooled me.” Then he cleared his throat and sat upright, stiff with authority, removing any sign of pretense now.

This guy kidnapped her and threw her into this bloodbath. "Don't worry about me. Go, Now!” He ordered, giving her a push and Roxie didn't need to be told twice as she took the path he shoved her to and ran as fast as her legs could take her still, she turned her head back to look one more time but in the place of Ciel, there stood a white fur wolf and it leaped on the other wolves. Instantly, Roxie veered around and looked at the path ahead. Nope! This was not real! Ciel did not just turn into a wolf! However, just as the thought crossed her mind, she collided with something hard and concrete. Not again!

I couldn't refuse, so I moved in. My new job was at a convenience store. On my first day, I didn't expect Ian to show up. He looked hollowed out—gaunt, his eye sockets sunken, as if he might pass out at any moment. "Adam," he said, his voice ragged, "during the five years you were gone, I stayed by Luke's side. I even saved his life in that car crash. I've loved him as much as you have. "I'm dying. If I can become family with Luke, I can die without regrets. I know it's selfish. I don't have many days left. Could you pity me, just this once? Let me be selfish?"

Two days ago she had been someone else entirely, and now she wasn’t sure she recognized the person she had become. Damien listened without interrupting, his face open in a way that surprised her. When she finished, he said the first kill always did that. It changed how you saw yourself and the world around you, stripped away illusions you didn’t even realize you had. He said it got easier over time, though easier didn’t mean better. It just meant different.

I held my breath, anticipation coursing through me as I waited to see the results of his efforts. Suddenly, a faint shimmering began to emanate from the center of the makeshift altar, coalescing into the form of a spectral crow. Its feathers glimmered with an otherworldly light, its eyes burning with an intelligence that belied its illusory nature. I watched in awe as the crow shook as though to shake off dust and then it took flight, soaring gracefully out of the study and into the night.

She seemed to know the reason for Maya's visit before she even said a word. However, the peaceful and mysterious atmosphere was abruptly interrupted. Andreza, who was looking at Maya with a subtly ironic gaze, suddenly turned her face to the sky and her expression became furious. The witch's eyes narrowed, and the moment the raven stared at her, she uttered a simple “boo.” The crow seemed to be struck by an invisible force and fell into a deadly dive, its wings flapping frantically as it struggled to recover. In a last desperate effort, the crow managed to lift itself up and fly away, leaving a trail of feathers in the air.

Albert sneakered, “Now, now. That's an unrefined attack. It was so slow. Did my Crimson Blade become rusty under that Benedict and Dark King's roof? White Crow was even overprotective of you.” “I'll Kill You! ” Zitrey only mumbled. With a vein suddenly burgeon her hand and in the forehead, White Crow suddenly flew sidewards and bumped strongly in the wall, when Zitrey aimed at her waist which she failed to block it. The Raven flew upwards away from them, yet rest on the roof watching.

My hands trembled. Not because it was heavy, though it was. Because I remembered the first note. You may wear the Luna’s crown, but you will never belong to Ironclaw. I studied myself in the mirror. The anonymous writer wanted me to feel like an impostor. Perhaps some members of Ironclaw still believed I was one. That did not change my duty. I placed the crown on my head. Greta’s eyes became bright. “Oh,” she whispered. I lifted my chin. “Let them look.”

The ice reflects my face—half silver, half violet. --- **Jarek’s Fall** The shard’s power courses through me, intoxicating. The shadow crow perches on my shoulder, its voice a sibilant whisper. *“You were always meant for this.”* The cavern collapses, revealing a battlefield. The pack lies broken, Ryland’s body at my feet. “No,” I whisper. *“Yes,”* the crow purrs. *“This is your future. Unless you seize it.”* I raise the shard, its light consuming the vision.

It circled overhead, its piercing gaze fixed on me as if assessing my intentions. I held out my hand, a silent invitation for the crow to approach. With a graceful swoop, the bird descended from the sky, landing lightly on my outstretched arm. Its sharp claws dug into my skin, but I paid no mind to the pain, focusing instead on the task at hand. "I understand your language," I whispered to the crow, my voice barely audible above the rustle of the leaves. "I need your help, my feathered friend. Will you aid me in my mission?"