Novel & Cerita One For The Blackbird One For The Crow

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

He looked at the door in anticipation as he thought to himself, "These next few years are going to be interesting." Mane looked at the creatures that were flying a few feet above his head. These beasts were grey in color with a patch of black on the feathers of their necks. They were as large as an average ten year old and looked like large sized crows. And they were extremely tricky. Mane wrinkled his brow at how much work these crows had given him. These birds were called black necked crows. They were known for their speed and evasiveness, as well as their high attack prowess. Fortunately, these birds had very poor defense and so that could be exploited. Unfortunately, their great speed ma

The moon above it was veiled, as if even the heavens refused to witness its ritual. A deep breath, slow and measured. It raised one hand, fingers long and skeletal, lined with silver markings that shimmered faintly. With a flick, it whispered something in a language not spoken for a thousand years—“Invoco noctem corvus.” A gust of cold wind cut through the woods, scattering leaves in spirals. Then came the sound—a fluttering, slow at first, then loud and rhythmic, like thunder in disguise. From the shadowed sky descended a crow, its feathers a sheen of obsidian and ink, eyes burning with something too intelligent to be natural. It circled once before landing before the figure, wings folding

It circled overhead, its piercing gaze fixed on me as if assessing my intentions. I held out my hand, a silent invitation for the crow to approach. With a graceful swoop, the bird descended from the sky, landing lightly on my outstretched arm. Its sharp claws dug into my skin, but I paid no mind to the pain, focusing instead on the task at hand. "I understand your language," I whispered to the crow, my voice barely audible above the rustle of the leaves. "I need your help, my feathered friend. Will you aid me in my mission?"

No one was! My crows finally come in my vision, circling around above. My lips turn into a nasty smile as their eyes turn red. "Go." I whispered, snapping my head back to the clearing. They let out a caw as they flew towards the clearing. I chant louder as I walk forward. As soon as the crows near the clearing, they began to drop dead one after the other. Furious and beyond enraged, I chant louder, cursing the damn witch who continues to mock me even in death.

That's the logical decision. I know it, and yet... A flock of blackbirds descends from the heavens, flapping overhead as their strong raven-colored wings beat in perfect synchrony. They flutter into a twisted pine just in front of the van. One hops around on a low branch, calling out continuously with its melodic song. Its coal black eyes hone in on me just before it soars off into the sky. "Right," I say shakily, glancing at Jack. "Let's go."

I’m about to open my mouth to speak when a raven circles overhead, dropping a small rock so close to us that it only nearly misses her head. We both look up, and I catch sight of the bird, its feathers glossy and dark as night, landing gracefully on a nearby rock. It tilts its head, almost as if it’s studying us, and then gracefully swoops down toward us, dropping a small piece of parchment at Maerilee’s feet. She bends down, picking up the note, and I can see the hesitation in her eyes as she unfolds it. Her face goes pale as her eyes scan the words, and a shiver of dread runs down my spine.

Don't know why I'm scared just to take a chance, While I'm just standing here. Like a bird, I'm free to fly, Spread my wings and live my life. Like a bird, I'm up so high, Out of the cage, it's my time to shine. Like a bird, I'm free to fly. So tell me, tell me, why don't I? Her voice was the only sound in the entire yard. They felt that even the slightest noise would ruin the masterpiece. She finished singing, but the small crowd seemed oblivious.

Tall Winding trees surrounded the pound, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight. I stepped forward and suddenly there was a rustling in the trees. Both boys flanked me and as I looked closer I realized, every tree was full of blackbirds. They clung to the branches, their gleaming eyes watching us carefully. Then it began, beautiful and haunting, like nothing I had ever heard before. Goosebumps covered my skin as the haunting melodies wound and danced around each other, creepy, dark and beautiful. Blackbirds don't sing this way naturally. They never could, this was magic, deep plunging sort of magic. Eventually, the singing stopped and suddenly everything around us was dead quiet agai

However, the next second, Irene slapped me. She roared angrily, “How dare you hit someone in a cemetery? Are you crazy?” I could taste blood in my mouth. I was extremely furious. At the same time, Zac suddenly collapsed onto the floor in fear before Irene. “Irene, I really didn’t do it on purpose… Actually, I’ve never told you, but the reason why I wanted to change my mother’s cemetery plot was because Theo got someone to splash dirt and paint onto my mother’s grave. I really can’t stand it anymore, so I…”