Of All Things I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Cuckoo. A crow squawked and pecked at one of the window ledges. Antony, who recognized the crow, immediately opened the dining room window. A cold wind blew hard that brought snowflakes. Their eyes stung, and reflex covered their faces. Quickly, Antony closed again. He gets annoyed that his hair is wet. He shook off the dew clinging to his hair.

Crissy’s Point of View I woke up feeling determined. I need to find out who this family is and why they moved here. I flung myself out of bed, rushed to the shower and finished my routine. I went downstairs. Maybe I should bake them a cake? Collecting all the ingredients and throwing everything together. I pop it into the oven, and now it’s time to wait. While waiting, I made a cup of coffee and sat outside on the porch. A few minutes have passed, and the timer’s bell goes off. Ah, that fresh cake smell. As it cools, I quickly make the icing. When I finished decorating my masterpiece. I smile brightly and rush to the door. When I open the door, that stupid fucking crow is back. What the fuck

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.