Romans & histoires One For The Blackbird One For The Crow

He chuckles vigorously, causing his shoulders to bob up and down. “I’m too old for a crush, you fucking moron,” I spit out at his childish comment. "But I will tell you this. Birdene Black is like a drug. Intoxicating, addictive, all-consuming. As much as I desire to hate her, never hear or see her... I crave to bind her to me.” My body trembles as the words leave my lips in a possessive tone. Contemptuously, “you’re in love with the hazel-eyed beauty. Cute!” Branko replies, wagging his brows. “Maybe I should’ve taken her and showed her how a real man fucks.”

He was in the middle of the room, pulling on her gaze with his own. Give me a song, he mouthed. She held the microphone, keeping her eyes on his. "Didn't I do it for you? Why don't I do it for you? Why won't you do it for me? When all I do is for you?" He smiled, leaning forward. Keep going, Songbird. His eyes said. She stepped forward. Toward him. "They want to see us, want to see us alone They want to see us, want to see us apart

Nocté scratched her foot and winced in pain. A great deal of time has passed since the sorcery, but she still walks on the ground as if on glass shards. Every step is a torture. “Sister was right. I put too much at stake and bit the dust. Why am I not as far-sighted as you, Erida?” The strange gulls’ behavior circling over the black reef attracted girl's attention. The birds attacked something hidden from Nocté's eyes, carrying away some pieces in their beaks. Putting the pain aside, the girl ran out of the bedroom, slid down the spiral staircase past Agnes carrying clean linen and got to the first floor. The maid shouted something behind her, but Nocté didn’t hear.

"I'll rally my men, and we'll set off immediately!" His father looked at me and patted Felix's shoulders. "Protect Natasha," he said solemnly. Felix nodded, his expression serious. … We got into a police car and made our way to Southwind Avenue. The night was zooming past me, and my heart was pumping with trepidation and anticipation. I'd waited for this day for far too long, and so had Queenie. The car turned into the villa zone. I took several deep breaths and analyzed the scents around me.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

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.

"Wanna sit on the swing while we eat?" I nodded and smiled around my cup. "Sounds perfect." We ate mostly in companionable silence as we watched the birds dance around the trees. Along the power lines sat three bluejays, one sitting slightly further away than the other two. Almost as if it were ostracized from his mates. My heart fell a little at the sight. The lone bird held both a meaning for me and a message. "Liz?" "Hm?" "You know when Mykel is coming home?"

“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.

Here, my crow had purple spots, and this one was pure black. Wait… I gasped at the realization. No way. No fucking way!

The flame had gone out and only the glow of the moon seemed to give Godric a little light. A crow had ventured onto the old masonry and announced its presence. The young priest's heart had slipped into his black robe. He had expected everything at night, but not to get such a shock. How long had he stood there just to be so lost in his thoughts? Godric's gaze turned to the crow that hadn't moved and continued to look at the blue-haired man. Their eyes met. The crow's black eyes literally devoured the blue gaze. Godric didn't know why, but this bird, as small as it was, had something attractive to him. Still, Godric was unable to move. Just as if he were under the spell of the dark gaze. He w