Of All Things I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

And this time, it was closer. I opened my eyes and turned my head to the direction where the noise was coming from. As though it was a dream, the crow was perched on the table beside my bed— watching me. “Fuck,” I muttered, “what the fuck?” If there was one thing I knew about crow's, it was that they are bad omens. I'm done with creepy animals sneaking into my room from nowhere. “Shoo,” I said, trying to chase it away with the only weapon I had, which is my mouth. “I understand you're cold. I'm cold too and the difference between us both is that I'm bound but you're not. So go away, I need my sleep.”

came the battle crow’s cry as she shifted back into crow form. ‘You are the daughter of the hunt, our huntress. Go forth, and fulfill our promise given nigh eighteen years ago,’ came Cernunnos’s snort as the stag turned with the crow perched once again on its antlers, the wolf walking beside them. I stood, not wanting to be left behind. “Umm, How do I, you know, get home?” The world spun around me, darkness and light swirling in dizzying patterns.

“Your mom seemed pretty serious about it. I don’t want you getting into trouble.” Esmeray nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear to ensure the tattoo remained concealed. “I know, but it’s so frustrating. I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.” Calliyah shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Maybe it’s some kind of werewolf secret society thing. You know, like a mark of rank or something.” Esmeray chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right. I highly doubt that.” As they continued their conversation, Esmeray’s curiosity got the better of her. “Hey, Liyah, when I lost consciousness in the forest, did anything strange happen to you?”

“Jackson?!” I had a bad feeling about this. I was all alone in a dark meadow field with nothing but the dozens of crows hovering above in a circle. I look up when one of the crows grew louder than the others. I could swear that the crow looked straight at me, it's large red eyes staring right through me as his crowing echos loudly in the open space. The crows then swoop down, heading for my direction. I close my eyes and shield my face from them, feeling their wings hitting me all over as I feel them fly right past me.

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa

“Great. Excellent. Because moving was definitely my first instinct.” It wasn’t. My body had gone cold and useless in the passenger seat. Corey’s dried blood pulled tight across my fingers. My wet sock rubbed against my heel. The heater blew warm air against my knees like the world had the audacity to keep functioning normally. Outside, the crows hung upside down from the branches, tied by thin silver thread. Their wings shifted in the rain. Not from wind. There was no wind. Only rain falling straight down through the headlights. One crow blinked.

On our wedding anniversary,he took another woman there. I returned to the empty estate,every last drop of energy drained from my body. I sat at the desk and wrote him one final letter. When I was done,I slid the letter under the velvet box holding the necklace and packed up my few simple clothes. My chest felt terrifyingly hollow,but it also brought an unprecedented, liberating sense of relief. Dragging that small suitcase,I walked out of the cage that had trapped me for three years,without looking back once. On the flight to the medical institute's base,I looked out at the clouds and took a deep breath.I was finally—completely and entirely—my own.

On the platform, Crowe’s eyes swept the crowd again, slow and inexorable. “House Lunaris,” he said into the mic, voice like a knife wrapped in cloth, “come home.” The words weren’t for me specifically. He didn’t point. He didn’t shout my name. But my bracelet heard him. It burned—then sang. That same glass-singing vibration shot up my arm, into my bones, into my teeth. For a heartbeat, silver veins flared under my skin, bright enough that I was sure anyone looking would see. I sucked in a breath, sharp and soft.

"And come on—even the servants at his estate dress better than you. Who gave you such confidence?" I never cared how much my clothes cost, as long as they were comfortable. I just didn't expect that one day, this would be used against me. "Sorry, I'm not into proving my worth with designer labels. That's usually what people with low self-esteem do!" I snapped coldly. "Considering Falcon willingly grew up with you, I guess he's no better." After all the drama she stirred, I had lost all interest in picking out a crown. I grabbed a silver-white crown off the display and turned to the clerk. "Wrap it up. I'm paying."