Novel & Cerita Of All Things I Became A Crow

I finish And then I move again Faster Stronger More dangerous than I have ever been Because this is no longer just a fight This is the moment everything changes And I am done being hunted Now I am the one they should fear

It felt… steadied. By the time the city center was ready for the coronation, Ancnix looked different. Not untouched by war—but shaped by survival. The Storm crest hung proudly from every banner and dais, lightning and lion rendered in gold and deep blue. The square had been cleared and rebuilt, stone polished, platforms raised. Everyone knew there was still so much work ahead. But today was not for mourning. Today was for a future that had refused to die. Elora and Declan stood beside Zayden and Kailee as the ceremony unfolded, the crowd filling the square in waves of color and sound. When the crown was placed, when the vows were spoken, the roar that followed shook the very bones of the cit

Somewhere in the forest beyond my window, a crow called once, harsh and lonely. I folded the parchments, heart set like flint. Bound by blood, yes. But I'm not bound to die for someone else’s bargain without at least trying to write my own.

’You can't speak, so just listen’ Crow said. ’Your magic is almost gone, this will be over soon but without your magic, I won't be able to see you or talk to you. And that’s okay’ my eyes widened, I could feel it, my lips were parted and my teeth pressed together from the spasms but I couldn't speak or react to his words. ’You are bringing a baby girl into this world and you’re going to be an amazing mother. Believe in yourself. I'm truly sorry for the pain I've caused you but I'm glad you gave me the opportunity to make some of it right again’

I couldn't heal quickly like they can and they enjoyed that mere fact. Another lash had me falling to my knees. The grass crinkle under my knees as my torn dirty dress covers them. The loud sound of a crow high above my head made my eyes snap up. I watch the black crow soar through the sky freely. As another lick of leather came down on my arm, a tear slipped out of my eye. I yearned to be free like that crow one day. I craved the feeling of being free from this horrid place. "One day," I whispered as I wipe the blood trickling down my arm and hoped not a single drop had touched the earth.

Steeling myself, I stepped out and looked all around the room. I froze, taking in the sight before me. A crow sat on the breakfast bar, calmly standing on the back of a book. It let out a caw when it saw me. “You!” I shrieked, throwing reason and logic out the window. I was sure at that moment that it was the very same crow that had been on my car this morning. “Get out of here,” I cried, and grabbed the nearest thing I could, a folded newspaper, and chucked it at the bird. It hopped to the side, and ruffled it’s feathers indignantly, like I was the rude one.

as soon as I finished my sentence, the crow arrived just like I had predicted. I lifted the spear up into the air and began to yank it at the crow. It shrieked and tried to run away but I stabbed it on one of its wings. The crow didn’t give up. It began to scream and alert everyone close by. Right then I knew I had to finish off this crow immediately before Damon and Grace who sat together close by heard its cries. As it struggled to fly higher, I stabbed it on the leg and it dropped the letter and flew away immediately.

Hearing them scream when it finally hits them that this is not a game. And then cutting off their tongue… God. The thought alone sent a strange thrill through me, something sharp and electric that made my chest feel tight in a way that had nothing to do with emotions and everything to do with control. I let out a soft breath, opening my eyes again as I stared out the window. I know I’m not normal. I know something about me is… off. But I stopped trying to fix that a long time ago. This is who I am. And honestly?

The first time I really heard the words "old crow" was during the company's Monday morning meeting. Sadie Laurent kept her eyes down as I scolded her, a teardrop glistening at the corner of her lashes. And during the short break, someone muttered under their breath, "She really is an old crow—always picking on the young and pretty ones." For a moment, my thoughts froze. That single line stirred up a storm. Whispers rippled across the room, each one sharper than the last.