Quotes Crows Novels & Stories

Jake smugly announced. “Fuck shit! This is so hard; I’m fucking cumming for you Jake! Oh God, this is going to be a big one!” And it was. Both of them combined their juices inside one another and moaned piercingly loudly. But Jake wasn’t done yet. He wanted to lap it all up. “Now you hot bitch, you keep cumming for me, so I can taste your sweet slit juices!” “Oh shut up you two!” Zack unexpectedly shouted “You’re worse than a p**n movie!”

I couldn't help but ask. Leaning heavily on his cane,Vincent followed closely behind me,answering carefully:"I water them myself every day.I...I was afraid they'd wither." Right then,a small,glossy black Cane Corso puppy came trotting out from the grand hall. The moment it saw me,it wagged its docked tail frantically and lunged for my legs. "Echo,stop."Vincent immediately blocked the pup with his cane."You'll dirty the Donna's clothes."

They jerked and shook as their breath was stolen from them by the rope that now tightens around their necks. Lilith steps back before dropping to her knees as she prays to Hecate. Denu and each witch with us or in the crowd does the same. The noise from above has me looking up, hundreds of black crows circle above us all calling in their harsh cawing. The mob gets thicker by the second, it almost blocks the sun. Then as by magic Lilith stands up, holding her hands up to the skies the birds start to slowly disappear, except her original one that lands back on her shoulder. She turned to the crowd. Her crow sat peacefully watching the people with a sharp interest.

Eden’s POV My jaw dropped open. The crow continued to circle high above. Caw. Caw. It screeched at us in a frantic, frenzied way. “Did you just say…sister?” I whispered back to Beta Brighton. Unlike the rest of us, he was looking up at the crow with admiration. Crows have never been my favorite bird. They’re scavengers and they’re smart. A group of crows is called a ‘murder’. I always found that disturbing. But Beta Brighton gripped my arm. “Please,” he said under his breath.

CHAPTER 58: TRUTH SPELL. Soaring over the city, a crow flew to the coliseum. It perched at the top of the building, adjusting itself as it cawed. It blinked its eyes, revealing a purple coloration. It turned its head from one side to another, as though taking a view of the whole arena, and all that went on within. After a while, it cawed again and then flew off, heading toward a secluded part of Winterhill. It arrived at the old Grayson mansion and perched on a window, letting out a loud caw.

“All you have to do is call some birds to us.” The words have hardly left her mouth when I look up to see a murder of crows approaching us from the forest. She turns and sees them too, nodding and smiling her approval. They arrive and circle over head, before she tells me to send them back home. Immediately, they are taking off again in the direction they came.

“A dog!” “Wait, where do you see a dog?” I asked, my eyes roaming around to find it. “I didn’t see one. I just thought that was what he saw.” Sara said, her head ducking low as embarrassment washed over her face. “That isn’t how the game works Sara, you have to visually be able to see it.” Ryan burst out into a fit of laughter. “Fine, then what is it?” Sara asked Leo. “It is a crow.” Leo responded. Looking out the window, I noticed there were a few crows spread across the fence we were driving by. I felt like an idiot for not thinking about that. Shaking my head, I let out a laugh.

The black crow cawed urgently, landing on Ulysses's shoulder. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, this is my little pet, Phoebe," Ulysses reached out to gently stroke the sleek, shining feathers of the crow, which closed its eyes and nuzzled Ulysses's fingers affectionately. "Isn't she adorable?" Ulysses beamed proudly, showing off the crow in his hand. I looked at the crow with its jet-black eyes, sharp beak, slender claws, and unusual, unsettling movements. I forced a smile and nodded slowly, saying each word carefully, "Yes, very adorable."

In the next second my words collapse in the air, and the caw of the crows erupts, thousands of the very creatures rising in the air and dropping their way right to me. The crows pierce me one by one dropping through my chest like the rain of the arrows before arranging in concentric circles. They watch me, their eyes shining emerald green. Caws fill my mind, the unison and the pitch burgeoning inside my ears. The sound is so loud it deafens me, shattering me from the inside. A howl erupts from my chest, my wolf whimpering at the impact of the sound that renders it motionless. My body gives up, my hands landing flat on the ground holding my body from falling until the voice subsides only the

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