Novel & Cerita One For The Blackbird One For The Crow

"Caw!" The crow swooped down from Landon's shoulder to the ground. "You Krowonian priests are truly wicked. You're actually trying to pin this on Chaos!" Eyes darkening, the crow declared, "Your lives are worthless now. Caw!" In ancient times, crows were sacred creatures with iridescent black feathers. They possessed one innate gift—their death omens never failed. Especially now when it took matters into its own talons. The men in black drew their final breaths without knowing their killer's identity. Their hopes of reporting back to the master were mere wishful thinking. Their last sight was of the man approaching Chaos, reaching out to press his hand against its head. Then darkness took th

Murong Cheng took her shoulder, without a serious look, smiled and said, "Okay, don't be angry, do you want to know what kind of bird this is?" "You know?" Mu Zi squinted at him, her face full of distrust. "This is a crow." Murong Cheng hooked the corners of his lips, his smile was evil, "Crows are the ones that are really loyal, they only have one partner in their life, even if their partner dies, the one that's alive won't look for another one." After saying that, he added, "I don't know how much better than that promiscuous lovebirds." Mu Zi: "......"

said this man who then jumped from a high place. He airs and turns into a crow again. This black crow began to fly towards a palace with dead plants around it.

Surprisingly, when he rushed into the bar I had gotten loosened, it broke free. It clattered onto the ground with more noise than I had hoped for. Although, it must have worked since I heard a loud screech just moments before I saw a large black bird fly from the fog, perhaps as large as Desmond was. Shortly after I saw there was a swarm of them following close behind. When they got closer, I saw they were crows, which I had always heard were known to go hand in hand with witches. Or maybe it was ravens, but I couldn’t be sure at the moment. Trying to figure out what it was, wasn’t my concern right now.

My conversation with Jordan plays in my mind. Is this how it feels when all your hopes are crushed? You should've never hoped for something like that, a voice says in my mind, sounding dangerously like my grandma's. I hear a caw, and the same crow I had shushed away flies back and flees in an instant, flapping its black wings, the bit of burger gripped firmly in its beak.

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.

She turned and run in the direction of her room. ''You are grounded!'' Gore yelled after her. ''Aren't I always?'' Harlow yelled back. As soon as Gore’s scent faded from the house, Harlow cast a spell so she could call a murder of crows to her. Not long after, seven crows came flying into her room to settle on the footboard. They all made cawing sounds before speaking in her mind. ’’We are here to do your bid, just give us the command and we will get the task done.’’ They all spoke at once. ’’We take payments in peanuts and earth worms.’’

The sky above turned a bruised purple as the storm clouds returned. ‎ ‎I shifted in my seat, the dagger pressing against my thigh. ‎ ‎Thump. ‎ ‎A sudden, wet sound against the window made me jump. ‎ ‎I looked to my left. A large black crow had flown straight into the moving car. It lay broken on the road behind us, a heap of black feathers. But for a split second, before it fell, I had looked into its eye. ‎ ‎It hadn't looked like a bird’s eye. It had looked milky white. Blind.

I had to stop against a rusty lamppost, burying my face in the collar of my jacket, forcing my lungs to take deep breaths until the black spots cleared from my vision. Twins, my mind whispered again. 'Gabriel Kane's twins.' I forcefully pushed his name back down into the dark. He didn't exist anymore. I was going to survive this without his money, and I was going to survive it quietly. The bell above the heavy door of the payday loan outlet gave a tinny, annoying buzz as I pushed my way inside. The interior was aggressively bright, illuminated by rows of humming white fluorescent tubes that exposed every scratch on the floor and every line of desperation on the faces of the two older men sit

No hunger! We will all be here... The weird black-eyed thing had dissolved into wails in that eerily hollow voice. It had felt as if there was not one but several inexplicably merged beta crowding inside the unfortunate. We shall live here as one, feeding on everything you have to offer...