Of All Things I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

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.

He stood out as he flapped his multi-colored wings around and it shone under the bright light of the sun. The god of fowls and other feathered creatures saw him and he instantly decided to name the crow as king. After hearing the decision of the god, the crow was ecstatic that he flew and flew to show everyone how beautiful he was. Little that he knew, every flapped of his wings, two or three of his unowned feathers were coming off. And he only noticed it when he was back from being black. What he read upset him, so quickly, he turned to the last page of the book. But before he could learn what happened to the crow, the door of his room flew opened. It creaked so loud that it startled him.

The weight of her new reality settled heavily on her shoulders. Later that night, alone in her chambers, she removed the crown and jewels that had adorned her throughout the day. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she no longer recognized the woman looking back at her. She was a bride, a princess, a stranger in her own skin. …………

On top of that, he felt like the crow was spilling something important the way it didn’t shut its beak as he descended from the sky. “Oh shit. Really?” Shadow sounded bewildered. Her mouth hung wide as her eyes widened big. CAAAAAWWWW! The crow perched on the Shadow’s shoulder. Then, Samuel saw that the shocked face easily calmed down after the next scream of the crow. “Fair point. I still need to avenge my people, though.” CAAWW! At the peripheral vision of Samuel, he spotted the reaction of the crow. It was rolling its eyes while talking to Shadow. “I’m different,” Shadow started to argue as if she understood the crow.

His eyes are wide and he looks at a loss for words, like he can't believe what just happened. The crow caws again, and I spin around, waiting for another attack. Todd steps in front of me. The crow studies us with a black, beady eye. He hops to the edge of the table, opens his beak, and caws shrilly again. Todd lobs the book across the room. The book clips the crow, and it takes to the air, flying back into the bathroom and out an open window, disappearing into the night.

Fortunately, he only experienced it for a moment before everything returned to normal, with the sound of a crow already perched on his shoulder, with the crow's eyes looking at him anxiously. From a long time ago, the Berthold family had a strong bond with the crows thanks to the grace of Morrigan's blood flowing within their bodies, attracting the crows to be by their side whenever they needed it. In his case, the crow realized his fear. The crow gave him a reassuring look, and in an instant, the fear he was experiencing just disappeared.

When you are underneath the surface, all the sounds are completely drowned out, and finally, I could feel the chaos drain away from my body. When I resurfaced, I was immediately thrown into a water fight with Tessa and a Medoran girl named Annelise. I hadn't spoken to her before, but she was registered in my head as the least bad out of all of them. She had at least smiled at me once, I think.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

A crown of shadow floated over my head. The Crown whispered through me. This is justice. Heat spread under my skin. Not warmth. Power. Dark and intoxicating, rushing through my blood like wine after starvation. The red roots around my arm became silver. The pain dulled. Then disappeared. The village returned in fragments. Smoke. Screams. Cassian shouting my name. Damien’s face above the square. The Crown whispered again. Take it. Make them kneel. All of them. My fingers curled.