One For The Blackbird One For The Crow Novels & Stories

Surprised, he studied the bird, looking for some deformity that would mark the bird as one of Lamashtu’s servants. The crow’s feathers were smooth and inky black, and its head and beak looked well-formed. It was not until Ralin’s gaze moved down to the bird’s feet that he saw it. Instead of having three bent black toes on each foot, this crow had only two toes on one foot and four on the other. Ralin was pretty sure the bird was one of Lamashtu’s minions.

To enter such a secret auction, you need a stamp of their sigil - a crow. Crows are said to be known for their clairvoyance and foresight. But the crow being used in the Order has a deeper meaning. Because they are considered wise, they are also known to bring death to your doorstep. That is why The Order is using this magnificent bird to spread the idea that although the crow would lead you to heaven upon death, this only masks their true ideal - power.

Their group has 20 people now there’s only 15 left after just half a day of traveling. Now they rest in the forest to catch their breath because one of them got heavily injured by a strange-looking blackbird. That bird was so small, it’s just the size of a small swallow, in fact, it looked exactly the same as a swallow other than their deep black feathers and red eyes.

One new song. And a heritage that just claimed me as thoroughly as I claimed it. Tsatoke. Blackbird. The storm queen has a new name to carry. And it sounds like home.

Many blackbirds are flying. I frowned. I have rarely witnessed so many blackbirds in the mountains. "Crows..." I mumbled. I feel the sudden rise of hair on my body. I took a deep breath and began to meditate again. My ears must have misheard...

Feathers fell to the ground as the injured crow made its way through the broken window. Bones snap and a sickening growl is heard as the crow lands shifting into the former corpse of a man. Limping to the pedestal the man finally falls to his knees coughing up blood. "50 long years it's been. 50 years! You come here after 50 years to cough blood at my feet?" The deep husky voice laced with malice throws at his obviously unworthy servant.

he had whispered in my ear,his voice steady and fiercely dominant. "With me here,no one can touch you." (The End)

I uttered, pointing at Raven as I uttered his name and at Crowden when I spoke his. They are Crow and Raven. Goddess! Two black birds that looks similar with only a few differences in features, and they are both scavengers. Just like them two… They look so much similar, just this Crowden right here looks bubbly and has a softer features compared to Raven’s rough one. Crowden looks more friendly with his all smiles face and the way he talk and make jokes, he and Beta Lufin would definitely clicked and make fun of Raven, that is for sure.

Seeing him struggle in pain, I asked, "Do you want me to find you a woman?" He seized the back of my head and sealed my lips with a burning kiss. "I want you," he murmured. I forced my breath steady. "Jonathan, look at me. I'm Adam." His voice turned hoarse and low. "Adam… right now, you're the only one who can save me. Please… Will you?"

The order rumbled through the mind link, and many of the wolves were quick to obey. Aiden felt his entire body stiffen as he all but felt his father’s domineering presence approach through the pathway of wolves. His black coat glistened dangerously at them, a stark contrast to the pure white snow blanketing their surroundings.