Of All Things I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

“I won't let these mongrels steal a chance at real happiness.” Warren spun and spread the wings, the adlets spread out on instinct, Warren gutted two more and raced to the second mounted leader. Heavy gunfire and smoke hailed the coming of the Scald Crow, “Did somebody order back up?” Jack's disembodied voice shouted. The adlets tripped over themselves to get away, and several hurled spears only to have them clatter against the Scald Crows Superior armor. The heavy guns roared until the furry invaders were out of sight.

But I willed myself to be calm. The crow landed on the ground a few metres away from me and I stared at him in desperation. How was I going to fight off nine dark ones, stronger than any human men? The crow blinked at me and I suddenly felt something beneath me. Something sharp. The dark ones got closer to me but every time I snarled, they backed away a little.

I trotted over and laid down on the grass next to her, staying in my wolf form since I had left my clothes behind with her dad and Myles. She was using her magic to grow more wildflowers and weave them together into a flower crown. :Don’t run off like that, June,: I scolded her through our link. She just sighed and glanced at me, patting my wolf’s head. “I’m sorry, Drewbie. I just needed to think. Clear my head.” :And flower crowns help?: I chuckled. “As a matter of fact, they do,” she retorted. “Here,” she added, placing the now finished crown on my head. “Beautiful,” she said with an enormous grin.

She tried squirming but nothing was helping , soon the crows were freed from the cage like leaves which they were seated on, " No .. no !! Cara yelled and tried to get out from the tight grip that was trapping her breath . She didn't want to give up , she tried struggling and wriggling out from the grip but the crows were closer flying to where she was , she looked at them with horror Her heart beating so fast ,Suddenly a loud threatening growl was heard . The humms of the crows died down , Lucas ...Cara called him after she saw his wolf , Ryder .... she called him knowing it was him who was in control. " hang in there ... she heard his voice and wanted to climb the monster tree "

“But if we both have egos, there’s still one big difference between us.” His eyes narrow, waiting. “I have the power to back mine up.” By my command, a crow lands on a nearby window. It taps the glass with its beak and caws, letting us know it’s there. Then another perches beside it, its eyes locked on Rowan. Roawn’s mouth twitches. “Your day will come.” He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “One day, everyone will see you for what you are.” “Oh? And what is that?”

Just the crow, sitting exactly where it had been, black and still on top of my wrecked car, and I could have sworn on everything I had ever known that it was staring directly at me. Not in the direction of me. At me. Intently. As if it was trying to read me. “I do not care what kind of game this is,” I called out, my voice hard despite the pain splitting through my skull. “Come out now or you will regret what will happen when I find—“ “Oh.” The voice cut me off. “You are a violent one, I see.” And the shocking realization slammed. It came from the crow. Not from behind the crow. Not from the direction of the crow. From its beak. Which had opened and closed around the words the way a beak sho

"Did you ever come close to introducing yourself to me. In all those years." Catalina looked down at her teacup. "Once. The afternoon Iris died. You sat on a bench outside the hospital. You were sixteen. You did not cry. You sat and you stared at the parking lot for two hours. I sat across the parking lot in a car and I had my hand on the door handle for an hour and twenty minutes. I could not make myself open it." "Why." "Because I had promised. And because I was afraid that the version of you I had imagined for sixteen years would not survive meeting the actual woman you were going to be. I have thought about that afternoon every day since."

Two days ago she had been someone else entirely, and now she wasn’t sure she recognized the person she had become. Damien listened without interrupting, his face open in a way that surprised her. When she finished, he said the first kill always did that. It changed how you saw yourself and the world around you, stripped away illusions you didn’t even realize you had. He said it got easier over time, though easier didn’t mean better. It just meant different.

I stood before she could say anything, the floor cold beneath my bare feet. “Now,” I continued, voice shaking but unbroken, “I’m choosing to become the monster who didn’t give anyone a chance.” I met her gaze fully then. “So I can be their chance.” The silence that followed felt alive. Heavy. Dangerous. Mae sucked in a breath. Rowan’s head snapped toward me, eyes sharp—but he said nothing. The Ancient One studied me for a long time. Not my face—my bones. My scars. The place where fear had once lived and been replaced by something harder.