Of All Things I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

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.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and, amid her frightened screams, quickly snipped it into a ruined mess. She shrieked, "My hair!" I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you say you wanted to ruin my face earlier? To the point that no werewolf will ever look in my way again?" Julia's eyes snapped wide as color faded from her face. She tried to scramble back in terror. I took the crown box and opened it slowly right in front of her. The silver crown glittered under the lights, a cruel contrast to how disheveled and pathetic she looked.

Anna was brought to a beautiful place, it looked like a countryside. The place was green, full of trees and flowers , beautiful and peaceful, it was everything she ever wanted to escape to in her last life. Anna asked herself

Three years ago, I had stood before this same man in ceremonial white, waiting for him to take my hand and complete our Dragon bond before the altar of the Dragon Goddess. He had let go of me in front of every noble house in his territory. Now he wanted me in servant gray. The insult should have hurt more. Perhaps it would have, once. I lifted my head and met his eyes. “I am not alone.” Marcus paused. Clara’s laughter faltered, but only for a second. I placed one hand lightly over my stomach. “I have my child.” Clara stared at me, then burst into a laugh so sharp that even some of her attendants glanced away.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

And now this crow changed as soon as I wished it was white. "No way." I gasped as I marveled at the rose tattoo on my palm.

The candle flame wavered and abruptly winked out more than a yard away. Something trembled in the black church then, seemed to sigh almost, and a cold draft made its way through the darkness, scrabbling up the brickwork and over pews, twisting and convulsing up the aisle toward the doors. William Salt felt it pass but did not move; he remained stock-still with his arms crossed before him. Outside, the great lightning-struck oak rustled uneasily. An airborne crow, caught in the unnatural current, flopped and cawed until it was finally able to fly clear, glossy feathers ruffled but otherwise intact—this same crow would later peck out the eyes of its own young and leave the nest a scene of bloo

The ice reflects my face—half silver, half violet. --- **Jarek’s Fall** The shard’s power courses through me, intoxicating. The shadow crow perches on my shoulder, its voice a sibilant whisper. *“You were always meant for this.”* The cavern collapses, revealing a battlefield. The pack lies broken, Ryland’s body at my feet. “No,” I whisper. *“Yes,”* the crow purrs. *“This is your future. Unless you seize it.”* I raise the shard, its light consuming the vision.

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.

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.