Quotes Crows Novels & Stories

With the crows whose blood shut colored eyes screams, he smiles and whispers. “You called for me, Beatrice.”

Hugging Maya affectionately, Mirella whispered: “Okay, everything will be fine. I will support you whatever your decision.” The two did not notice the silent presence of a crow outside the window. The black bird, with its shrewd eyes, watched intently every word exchanged between mother and daughter, capturing the essence of the emotions and doubts that permeated the room. The crow, with its intelligence and insight, was a silent observer that transmitted everything it saw and heard directly to a room in the hospital. While mother and daughter shared this moment of understanding and support, the crow, mysteriously entangled in supernatural designs, continued its silent vigil, as if it were a

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

Even my heart skipped a beat! But suddenly, quick shadows flickered overhead and a rusty scream echoed over the Citadel. Lesana opened her eyes in horror and they reflected black birds soaring in circles. Crows... Harbingers of death, scavengers. Their hoarse voice fell from the sky, echoing. Where are these nasty birds from? And why won't anyone chase them away? Cold sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades. Everyone knows: where the raven circles, death walks there.

When I went to take the shake, he turned to me and pointed at the parking lot. “I wonder whose car that is?” he remarked and turned back to the window. I followed his gaze and nearly dropped the chocolate milk all over the table. My car was covered in crows. Crows sat on the roof and hood, some even perched on the wing mirrors. There had to be at least fifty of them. “Is that a flock of crows?” The kid’s mother asked. The little kid shook his head. “It’s not a flock when it’s crows, mama. It’s a murder.” The kid turned to me. “It’s a murder of crows.”

“Shoo...pesky little vermin!” said an old woman chasing away a murder of crows huddling all over her garden in the crag. At the front left side of her hut close to her whitewashed and straight spaced picket fence, the pesky loud birds had been munching and uprooting her germinating seeds of gold nugget squash and had scattered it all over the precipice.

Dozens of them hung from the branches on both sides of the road, tied by their feet with thin silver thread. Their black wings turned slowly in the rain. Like ornaments. Like warnings. At the center of the road, painted in blood across the asphalt, was the same crown-and-claw symbol. Damien stopped the truck. The engine idled. The trees leaned close. Then every dead crow opened its eyes.

he breathed into her ear before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulled away, grasping Klara around her waist. “We have joined in Mateship, now we have joined in rank. What say you?” Marc addressed the crowd. Klara tried to remember who it was that was in the room during the coronation. It was higher level wolves, she remembered that much. “Here, here!” A voice called, soon to be followed by all in the room. Marc guided her back to her own throne as he sat in his. Their hands still clasped in one another’s.

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.

I say, standing up quickly. “Are we sure it is the correct crow?” Alexander asks. “Certain. By the way, human screams came for it. I would believe it is the correct one.” I reply, walking towards the cage. “So? What do we do now? How do we make sure it doesn’t get loose?” Michael asks, staring at the crow. “I’m not sure. I have been thinking about that for the entire time I have been waiting.” I scratch my head. “I can talk, you imbeciles!” We all stood in shock when the crow spoke. “Let me go. Otherwise, I will poke your eyes out.”