Of All Things I Became A Crow Novels & Stories

Roxie's mouth hit the forest ground when the wolf looked like he wouldn't be able to ever get up again. The man's eyes hardened as he let out a deep growl. Mist covered his body, and in front of her eyes, his garments tore, his bones violently fractured, and his features changed to those of a wolf. Roxie's mouth widened even more as the man morphed into a black wolf. She blinked again and again, praying this was another nightmare—She had to wake up soon!

In the distance, I could see the lights of the town. Then something happened which made my heart drop to my stomach. A black crow landed on the edge of a tree, cawing loudly. Its beady red eyes met mine. It flew directly towards me, squawking. My hand involuntarily tightened its grip on Aurora's arm and she flinched violently. Then the crow flew straight past her.

He had always made a point of giving no one the satisfaction of seeing him flinch, even when he stood alone. The crow tilted its head and watched with intrigue; its gaze riveted on the droplet the God caught on his fingertip. Its body quivered when the warm blood was pressed above its own eye, seeping in and being absorbed. An indignant caw sounded as the unpleasant sensation and the inevitable blur that followed.

I nodded, “In honesty, I’m not that sort of person, but yes I do want to get revenge. I’m not usually violent, but I just feel like I didn’t deserve any of this. The ones who deserve this is them.” God said, “You’ve got a point there, but please give me a second, while I transform so that it’ll be easier to communicate.” His body soon became transparent and it looked to be shrinking to her size. He cleared his throat suddenly and the air beside her changed. He was standing right next to her on the cloud that had expanded.

Heck, I do not even know what I am complete. Upon turning 13, my life changed forever. I was not this normal, everyday human girl. I remember I was in my backyard and had pitched a tent outside. I love being outside and I love the wilderness and forests. Every chance I got, I would sleep in my tent in the backyard. My parents thought it was odd, but then they just figured I was the outdoorsy type. That night, it was a crescent moon. I was laying in my sleeping bag and reading Nancy Drew 99 steps. I loved the mystery stories. I was using my cell phone as a night light to read, and I was so caught up in the book I did not even notice at first something was off with me. I flinched, and I tried

I am his worst nightmare. Cordelia heads into the kitchen, giving Omega directions to help find the herbs needed for her potion. Cordelia also had one of the Omega’s going to get the kingdom's strongest witch to help as well. She Is determined to get her granddaughter back to her pack safely. Cordelia turned on some music, “You Can Do Magic” sung by America. Cordelia danced in place, swaying her hips to the music while putting the ingredients she had gathered so far together in a black cauldron.

The expression was so mischievous that I couldn't help wondering if she'd picked up some of Fenric's bad habits. Corbin released a long-suffering grumble. Then, before anyone could continue the argument, his body shifted. Dark feathers burst outward. A crow appeared and launched itself into the air. A series of indignant squawks followed in its wake, somehow conveying both wounded dignity and profound offense.

“You went to jail because you hacked CPS’s system?” “No, I went to jail because I beat the shit out of our foster dad. Put him in the hospital and wasn’t street smart enough yet not to get caught. Jail is where I met Crow and he’s the one who gave me a purpose.” “Crow?” “He’s our Prez.” I shook my head. “I’m assuming that’s not his real name?” “It’s his legal name. Crow Butler.” “Shut up.” He grinned. “So, Crow gave you purpose. How?”

I could see that he felt pity, but he was also proud of me. He patted my head. I looked at my daughter’s sleeping face and smiled. “This is a new beginning.” Finally, I was no longer a bird in a cage. I had my own wealth. I was my mother’s daughter, but more importantly, I was the master of my own life. My life had just begun.