I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

I definlte wasn't going to be eating fish for a while. As soon as I got to the end of the wall, someone stepped out from where I don't know, before placing a hand on my shoulder. At least the hand was clean. “Who are you, and who are you looking for?” I definitely wasn't going to be answering any of those questions. “Kraken,” I said instead, with my eyebrows turned up. His eyes seemed to bore into my skin, before he finally sighed, muttering something under his breath. He pushed the door that I didn't even notice open, and I couldn't even help but gasp.

I immediately looked at the one who spoke, with red eyes, sharp fangs, uneven breathing, and odd posture. Rogue. No. A famished Rogue. Goddamn it

“You went to jail because you hacked CPS’s system?” “No, I went to jail because I beat the shit out of our foster dad. Put him in the hospital and wasn’t street smart enough yet not to get caught. Jail is where I met Crow and he’s the one who gave me a purpose.” “Crow?” “He’s our Prez.” I shook my head. “I’m assuming that’s not his real name?” “It’s his legal name. Crow Butler.” “Shut up.” He grinned. “So, Crow gave you purpose. How?”

Possibility. By evening, the city felt heavier. Storm clouds gathered low and bruised — pressing against the skyline like something impatient. Jamie walked into Bar Della Luna with that same pressure sitting under his ribs. Mara noticed instantly. “You look like you fought a ghost and lost,” she said, tying her apron. “Feels accurate,” Jamie replied.

he breathed into her ear before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulled away, grasping Klara around her waist. “We have joined in Mateship, now we have joined in rank. What say you?” Marc addressed the crowd. Klara tried to remember who it was that was in the room during the coronation. It was higher level wolves, she remembered that much. “Here, here!” A voice called, soon to be followed by all in the room. Marc guided her back to her own throne as he sat in his. Their hands still clasped in one another’s.

I stepped out of the house, the cool air hitting my face immediately as I walked toward the car waiting outside. The driver opened the door for me, and I got in without a word. “Warehouse,” I said. The car moved instantly. I leaned back in the seat, my gaze fixed ahead as my mind replayed everything again. Jacob Grey. The way he stood my living room, and lying so confidently that it was so annoying I wanted him dead. My fingers tapped lightly against my thigh as my thoughts shifted again. C-Five. If that thing is working the way it should… Then by now?

"For generations we have been the alphas, because we are the descendants of the founder Kael Chase, but it would not be so if everyone knew about the bomb that resides in our brain John, I can already feel the madness overtaking me, it has been several nights that I cannot sleep, every time I close my eyes I feel a strong urge to go to Rose's room and..." " I look at myself in the mirror and see my eyes turn white for a few seconds, Yvo Carter, the castle healer and my best friend is the only one I trusted with the secret, he says this is a sign of the curse" "It's still me, it's still me. I keep repeating this to myself, every day."

I rescued humans in the neutral zone and gathered scattered lone wolves under our banner. That was how I expanded the pack, helping them unify The Cursed Wildlands and reclaim the throne. But now, I was no longer on their side. A faint smile curved my lips. This time, I wanted to see how exactly Camilla planned to conquer the continent with the three useless wolves she had raised. A few days later, at the pack gathering, I saw Camilla again. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I still concealed my true appearance, covering my face with mud and ash, and stuffing padding into my clothes to hide my figure.

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. He was born in Warri, Delta State to be precise. His writings includes novels, poetry and short stories. During his free time, he likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria (University of Port-Harcourt) where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. I Am Also A Werewolf is his fourth book and his first attempt to write a beautiful novella. It talks about the wonderful story of a female werewolf who supports her human friend during his crisis with his ex-wife's parents concerning the death of his wife. It features lov

It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly. Wade's eyes were glued to that scar. The fury in his eyes suddenly swirled into confusion, shock, and a tremor so faint it might be missed. "Where'd you get this?" he rasped, his breath heavy. I tried to wrench my hand free, but his grip was punishing. "Ten years back, in the old Milanex City, during a nasty clash." I recounted with a detached air, as if it were someone else's story. "I was just passing by when I heard some noises under the debris. I was young and reckless, and thought I could play the hero. Got a nasty burn from a beam that came down."