Of All Things I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

Liam's Pov London had hardened me. The late nights buried in economics, the endless lectures about mergers and acquisitions, the luxury parties where men twice my age shook my hand with fake smiles—it had all left a mark. But when I had finally returned, the city no longer felt the same. I wasn’t just Liam Brooks anymore. I'm now the heir to my father’s empire, the man who would carry the Crownwell & Brooks name into a new dynasty. But of course, Father wouldn’t hand me the crown so easily.

Away from these people who have done nothing but hurt her all her life. When the quarters were silent, I cleaned the blood off my hand and changed my shirt; it still had the blood of that bastard smeared all over it. I wished Beta Williams would let me go off on him, let me show him that he should have picked on people his fucking size and terrorize the one woman the moon goddess blessed him with. I let my legs take me straight to the infirmary, I shrugged away a few glances from wolves I met on the road. All of them had their heads bowed and mumbling greetings, but I wasn’t here for them. I needed to see if she was fine.

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.”

My conversation with Jordan plays in my mind. Is this how it feels when all your hopes are crushed? You should've never hoped for something like that, a voice says in my mind, sounding dangerously like my grandma's. I hear a caw, and the same crow I had shushed away flies back and flees in an instant, flapping its black wings, the bit of burger gripped firmly in its beak.

Ash grumbles, “So, fucking wrong.” Crow nods, “Not disagreeing.” He frowns, “I need to do some research to be sure, but there is some magic that he could be attemptin’. I don’t want to say until I’m sure mind. But if I’m right, it would be very bad for everyone.” Crow looks worried, but pulls out a book and writes a note in it. He stares at the page for a while, then sighs and closes the book. “I’ll let you know when I have any answers though, Darlin’.” She furrows her brow,

I fell back before the commander, who increasingly lost his human appearance, resembling a giant wolf much more than a man, so Henry’s cry stood out louder than all those angry voices. — JOHN IS NOT THOMAS! — Said Henry kneeling before the body. — It’s a Exchanger. — Derek added. All agitated glances turned to the inert body on the floor, before our eyes "Thomas" was metamorphosing into a completely different man.

He jumped to the table's edge, expanded his mouth, and cawed hysterically once again. The book was thrown across the room by Peter. The crow took to the skies after being cut by the book, soaring back into the bathroom and out an open window, vanishing into the night. Both Peter and I were exhaling heavily. He turned to look at me as I leaned against the desk, slumped down, trying to calm my beating heart.

The voice, which used to be a source of comfort, is now a reminder of the crazy consequences that come with messing around with the forces that bridge life and death. Feeling the whole supernatural and real-world mess, I decided to summon my pet crow, a magical creature I whipped up. With a mumbled spell, the crow pops into existence in my dimly lit room, its feathers looking kinda otherworldly."Hey, old friend," I say as it perches on the windowsill. Its beady eyes lock onto me like it gets what's going on. "How's everything back at the elven kingdom?"In a series of caws, the crow spills the beans about what's happening. There are whispers in the royal court, shadows lurking around in the p

I remembered the heavy, intoxicating scent of pine and rain that had made me lose my mind. I knew a Supreme Alpha of his terrifying caliber would undoubtedly be at the continental Alpha Gathering today. Let him be there, I thought wildly as the cold serum rushed up my neck, hitting the fading, jagged mating mark on my collarbone and freezing it into dead, unfeeling scar tissue. Under the moon, I was a drab, scentless, unkempt Omega. He will never recognize the monster I am about to become. When the agony finally subsided into a heavy, dark numbness, I stood up. My silver eyes were clear, cold, and completely dead.

And that… That was the first time I saw it. Not her power. Not yet. But her will. Sharp. Unyielding. Terrifying. She stood between death— And something that had never once been kind to her. And she chose it anyway. Chose to protect. Chose to endure. Chose to care. Until the crow healed. Until it could fly again. That crow— Was me. I had taken form out of curiosity. Out of boredom. Out of something I did not yet understand.