Master Of Crows Novels & Stories

He believed that if the Three Knights weren’t stupid, they would know exactly what to do. Seeing Sean leave directly, the expressions of the Three Knights immediately changed. Sean wasn’t angry, but they could clearly feel the burning anger in Sean Diningrat’s heart. He was the true young master. The person they relied on, Roby, was merely a house steward. Since the young master was angry, it was naturally their duty to help him resolve the matter.

Ralin was pretty sure the bird was one of Lamashtu’s minions. He glanced out the window, seeking any sign that the creature was not alone. Seeing no other crows anywhere in sight, he looked back at the bird on his windowsill, wondering why it had come here. The crow stared back at Ralin, its black eyes seeming to bore into his skull. Ralin could almost feel the hatred emanating from the bird’s stare. He was not bothered—he matched the intensity of the bird’s gaze. Suddenly, the crow’s eyes lit up with a fiery red glow. Ralin was momentarily startled, but not really surprised. The deformed feet had already marked the bird as a servant of the demon.

I could feel myself being lifted into the air, nothing but a lifeless ragdoll as I felt my body dangle towards the ground. "Let's worry about her for now. She knows something we don't. If it has anything to do with Drakos we could use her against him." Master stated, his words empty and close. He must be the one that is carrying me. They quietly trekked up the dirt path, no longer providing me any useful information. I could feel myself being pulled by my fatigue, slowly dragging me under. The drowning feeling once again returning as I could no longer fight to keep myself awake.

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

"Huh? How did you know that, master???" Jorah inquired with his whiskers twitching at both sides due to his utter confusion. It was not that he suspected that his master was trying to bluff in anyway, but it was just that as far as he knew, his master did not have any foretelling ability. Yes, he was indeed a capable warlock, maybe even unmatched among his peers, but if his memory was not failing him yet, during his years of living with Eugene, the talking tomcat also never heard of the other party having a premonition before.

After the excruciating pain passed, I opened my eyes. Using the reflection on the temple floor, I saw what I had become. My frame was massive and grotesquely wide, a bloated body like a small hill. My skin was covered in dark blemishes and twisted growths. The face that had once been passable was now distorted into something monstrous. Camilla stood to the side, covering her mouth as she laughed. "Sera, don’t you think this body suits you perfectly?" She looked down at me from above, her eyes dripping with malice. "Now that you’ve got all that brute strength, I’ll just gift those three crippled wolves who can’t even hold their wolf forms to you.

Dominic asked at once to Mona who quickly looked over her small hand mirror, frowning when she saw Starvos from the other end of the reflection, fighting against the unknown creature that was both transparent and vicious as it clawed the nearby humans to their deaths. “It’s not good, these are ghouls!” Shouted Mona for the Master to exhaled deeply. “So he did it,” the master whispered out for Dominic to look at him with a raise of an eyebrow. From how the master had spoken, it was as if.. “You knew that he would release ghouls?” The Master nodded without any concern, “As I told you before, humans aren’t much of my concern. However this matter will change soon seeing he is making his move her

"Caw—caw—caw—" The cawing of crows echoed incessantly in the room as I struggled to open my eyes, finding myself back in the room of the red-haired man. My mind was still foggy, unable to make out what was in my field of vision. The red-haired man sat by the burning fireplace, engrossed in a thick book. Above, the crow flapped its black wings, occasionally emitting unpleasant cries, but its master seemed unperturbed.

He continued searching. As more and more crystals got taken out, the muffled coughs slowly turned to groans. “Who dares disturb this master’s territory?” An enraged roar thundered through the room as a towering man emerged from the darkness, cloaked in an ominous black aura. His beady eyes revealed more about his character than even his aura did. “Your grandmaster.” Chris’s voice boomed, filling the room. He flicked his fingers, dispelling the darkness in the room. He instantly regretted his actions.

It flew into her stomach just before she could reach it. The crow pecked at her stomach. No matter how hard it peck, it just goes through her. The worm cannot be reached with its short beak. The crow squawked angrily as it flies away from the soul monster. Jesse pressed the binoculars at her eyes as she saw a crow soar at the scene she was looking at. Clement placed a bunch of papers at the teacher’s desk. The sound made Jesse tremble. “What’s wrong?” He asked, taking his hand off the papers.