I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

The first time I really heard the words "old crow" was during the company's Monday morning meeting. Sadie Laurent kept her eyes down as I scolded her, a teardrop glistening at the corner of her lashes. And during the short break, someone muttered under their breath, "She really is an old crow—always picking on the young and pretty ones." For a moment, my thoughts froze. That single line stirred up a storm. Whispers rippled across the room, each one sharper than the last.

He is reminiscing about her saying, "We did what you said. The king is dead." But this time it hits differently. Something from the memory catches his attention. He turns back towards the place she was standing. She is long gone, only a fallen helmet of James is lying on the ground. Clouds in the sky puff away and the sun shines brightly. The helmet flies in the air and gets fitted on James's head as Reza's memory reconstructs the scene. James is walking towards the man sitting on his knees for a final punch. The cart's driver is standing behind James. Driver swings his heavy metal spear in the air. The blow of it knocks James to the ground. on his helmet. "What the fuck do you want from us

Bianca woke up as a Queen and no wild flying bird objected to her reign. As the crows soared through the moonlit sky, their numbers began to multiply. One by one, more joined the flock, their glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light. The flapping of their wings echoed in the stillness of the night as they came together, united by their shared mission. With each passing moment, the flock grew larger, like an unstoppable force gathering strength. The crows cawed with determination, their voices echoing through the dense forest. They flew through the trees, their wings beating in perfect harmony, their beady eyes focused on the goal ahead.

His eyes are wide and he looks at a loss for words, like he can't believe what just happened. The crow caws again, and I spin around, waiting for another attack. Todd steps in front of me. The crow studies us with a black, beady eye. He hops to the edge of the table, opens his beak, and caws shrilly again. Todd lobs the book across the room. The book clips the crow, and it takes to the air, flying back into the bathroom and out an open window, disappearing into the night.

Crow says. “That's just like him. He never trusts us,” Garret mutters. “Well, like you, I hadn’t found a single damn thing." Crow says. "That’s why I went to…let’s just call it a town of sorts. A place where I knew there was a high chance of getting information.” “And?” I ask, impatient. “Well, I was surprised to find a woman who…resembles her.” “Resembles? You know what she looks like. If you’re not sure, then it’s not her.”

I hopped off the bunk gently and headed to open the window pane. “I need some air too,” I mumbled. I slid the window open and the crow just flew as I did, coming back to stand by the frame. It was the same crow who always stayed outside my house. This crow has always been around ever since I was in the convent. “It’s you again,” I giggled and the crow cawed. “You are such a weird animal, don’t you think?”

“What is it?” “Is, Is that's his balls?” Isaiah stuttered. “You cut a man's balls off?” “Yes,” I deadpanned, unremorseful. “He deserved it.” “What did he do?” I raised my brows up, wondering how fast it would take for him to get it. His eyes widened slightly abiyt three minutes later and he gave an involuntary jerk. “Fuck no.” “That is why we brought you here,” Achilles clippid his shoulder. “We need to now more about this men. They called themselves the crows.”

The white crown followed me. The ancient king raised his hand. The palace walls stopped collapsing. “You believe you can reject both sides?” “I don't need to belong to either side.” Ian looked at me. “What are you doing?” “Choosing us.” The black crown suddenly flew from above him. The white crown flew from above me. Both crowns collided in the air. A violent explosion of light and darkness swept across the valley. Ian was thrown backward. I fell to the ground. When I opened my eyes, the crowns were gone.

Its eyes glow red as fresh blood, and when it smiles, I see too many teeth. And I walk faster. Because if I stop if I look, if I acknowledge what I've become I might not recognize myself at all. I might see the truth that everyone else already knows: that Luna, the savior queen, died the night she chose to save her children. The Crimson Wolf was never a separate creature. It was always me.

He can jump off a cliff, and I still won't care. I am following Ivy to her workplace. After school, Ivy and her friends go to their workplace. They work as servers at this restaurant. Ivy probably thinks I know nothing about her, but she's wrong, very wrong. I probably know her more than she knows herself. I know her schedule, how she enjoys taking a jog every morning, and when she's angry, she jogs to release her bad energy.