I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

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."

So broken that her wolf, when it emerges, is as broken as her and void of the scent that intoxicated me today. No. Draven growls. I ignore him. I always ignore him. An idea forms, wicked and sharp. The kind of idea only a Draxmore would dare whisper. The kind the Luna will climax too. "What if we make her a mere human?

When the crown was placed, when the vows were spoken, the roar that followed shook the very bones of the city. A new Beta pair was named alongside them—Rowan Ashford, steady and sharp-eyed, and Lyra Ashford, whose voice carried authority without cruelty. They bowed, pledged, and took their place without spectacle, content to serve rather than shine. And then the music began. The streets of Ancnix erupted into celebration—food, drink, laughter spilling out into every corner. Elora found herself swept along with her friends, pulled into dances she did not remember agreeing to, laughing harder than she had in months.

Ivan added his words to Dev, “Did you ever know all these types of a strategy of battles, birdy?” Igikran replied in a crowish tone with anger, “I am not birdy; I am Igikran…the Mighty King of Raven Wizard Clan”. Dev replied with a curious smile by interrupting the self-appraisal of Igikran, “The roasted ravens always a good combination of taste with a glass of wine from the Frozen Crescent.” The offended and raged Igikran started to attack with his maximum force fiercely. *****

I stood, wondering what was coming and what could be going on. Jake Kurt received a deadly blow of an axe at the back of his head and his eyes were opened. I shook my head as I studied his body. Who could have done this, huh? As I made to stand, I saw something that caught my attention. Would I be damned? There was a sculpture of a crow on his corpse. “What?” I was shocked. What could have happened here? This was definitely from the Crow organization. And it brewed my curiosity. ***

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

Though clarity followed soon enough. “Let go of me, you bastard,” he growled. “Who the hell are you?” Damien asked. “You aren’t one of my pack.” “I’m a rogue, and damn proud of it,” Crow said. He grinned, that same shit-eating grin was even more unnerving without the skull mask. His eyes were wild, even with the large bruise blooming over half-his face. He looked crazed. “Feel that, Alpha? It’s shame. A rogue destroyed your warriors.”

Images flickered in my head: • me barreling through enemies like a meteor • shadowfire coating my fur like armor • my howl cracking stone • lies burning away in my gaze My chest swelled with something fierce. Next, Morana guided me gently. “Call your mind.” I shifted again, my bones hollowing, feathers sweeping out, and air catching beneath new wings. A crow burst from the shadows, sleek and swift, circling Rowan’s head. “Your second form,” Morana said. “Sight. Strategy. Stealth. The crow sees truths others hide. She slips between shadows and hears secrets even the wind cannot carry.”

"I won't be dealing with the likes of you. Anyone who can help pull this club out of the pile of dog shit it's been rolling in has a chance. I don't give a fuck what color their skin is. You would have killed that baby's aunt and allowed Kiley to go to a cho-mo. The only nigger I'm looking at is you and that includes anyone who wants to side with you." I look around again. "If you do, get the fuck out now." All attention is back on me. "If you plan to stay, you need to know a few facts about exactly who we are. It's time we begin living up to our name." I take my cut off and turn it around so everyone sees the emblem. "We're Crows-a tight-knit family. Loyal. We protect our territory. Like a

I felt a headache coming on from my frustration. Sending this group to confront the elite members of the Python Gang would be nothing short of suicide; the outcome was all but guaranteed. Seeing my grim expression, Crow mustered the courage to suggest, "How about... I go hire some mercenaries right now?" Unwilling to lose this match, I reluctantly agreed, "Fine, I’ll go with you to pick them out." Crow contacted a mercenary company, and the two of us waited in the reception room for a meeting with the higher-ups.