Master Of Crows Novels & Stories

“I won't let these mongrels steal a chance at real happiness.” Warren spun and spread the wings, the adlets spread out on instinct, Warren gutted two more and raced to the second mounted leader. Heavy gunfire and smoke hailed the coming of the Scald Crow, “Did somebody order back up?” Jack's disembodied voice shouted. The adlets tripped over themselves to get away, and several hurled spears only to have them clatter against the Scald Crows Superior armor. The heavy guns roared until the furry invaders were out of sight.

"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.

It looks as normal as it could be. "I did it..." she whispered when the crow stopped squawking and fixed its gaze upon her. Karmina held the candle just a tad bit closer and noticed the blood that stained its dark feathers was also covered in black ink. She reached out cautiously and ran her fingers along its feathers, the black tainted blood smeared her fingers. As she smiled, the sense of relief washing over her, the crow's body expanded. First in its belly, then its head, until its body ruptured. She let out a scream as feathers, blood and bones splattered her and the inside of her hut.

Sensing the slight tension in their master's voice, the crows screeched excitedly as they saw him walk closer to the young lad kneeling down on the ground, looking so vulnerable and helpless like a small child. "To have yourself sought after me... A notorius being only known by myths and legends that brings misfortune and darkness to any path that I..." The old man sighed and looked up to the sky. His crimson eyes no longer looked as it could kill anything it sees at one glimpse. They seemed to be staring into a faraway land, dreamy yet a bit sad. Suddenly, the crows stopped moving and everything around them went still, except for the two of them, the young lad and the mysterious old man.

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.

“We have to. But how?” He looked thoughtful. “There’s someone who might help. The Crow Master. If anyone knows about new faces in this territory, it’s him.” He gave a signal to another guard, who bowed and disappeared. Within minutes, the Crow Master appeared. He wore a hoodie, always acting mysteriously and smelling of ash and old parchment. His voice was rough, like dry leaves. “You summoned me, my King?” he croaked. Ryker nodded. “I want a list of everyone who’s entered the pack in the last moon cycle. Names. Histories. Anything and everything you’ve got.”

He looked offended and confused at the same time when Zachary’s men were laughing at him. He didn’t understand why they were so calm about this. His boss got that that young master’s red card and Zachary Dawson was not supposed to be this calm. Not to mention he seemed to bring only ten of his men. “You ugly bastard! Who you are talking to our young master like that?!” They snapped at him, made him almost flinched. He was not supposed to be scared but that man they called young master Dawson stood so tall and mighty in the middle really bring out the different dark aura.