Rainbow Crows Novels & Stories

Thersar and Nexelex joined us to assess the damage of our battle with Azabrahs. The throng of crows that swarmed into the bridge darkened our horizons. The more I looked at the crows, the more something seemed off with them. And then it hit me. “Regroup!!! Chthonic weaponry at ready!!! Charge at the bloody birds!!! Now!!! Fucking reptiles,” That was all what I managed to utter before fucking crows morphed into pterofidies, winged serpents. Their neon red eyes shone with greed and deadly power, and their bodies, now human-sized, were covered with feathers reminiscing the crows' feathers. It seems that when they fed with corpses, they assimilated the remains of the magic of fallen fighters, wh

Half an hour later, numerous crows circled tree branches in the drizzling rain at Mount General Cemetery. They occasionally emitted eerie sounds that resembled the cries of lost souls. Soon, this atmosphere was swiftly disrupted by a series of organized and loud sounds, causing the crows to scatter. After scattering and seeking refuge in the distance, they watched with apprehension as a crowd approached them. A thin but upright figure was walking in front, trailed by a group of burly men with menacing countenance.

“Hey, big guy. Come on down here.” “Oh no, Natalie, please don’t,” whined Shirley. But it was too late. The huge, glossy black raven was already on the table. Zane frowned. “What is it with you and birds? Why do they always like you?” Natalie shrugged one shoulder. “Isn’t he gorgeous?” “I don’t like crows,” whined Shirley, leaning back in her seat. “It’s a raven.” “Well, then I don’t like ravens.” “How can you not like them? They’re so intelligent and beautiful. Look at the way his feathers shine a kind of metallic violet in the light.”

“The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.” All of them mulled over Eva’s words for a few moments before Doreth chipped in her thoughts. “Let’s add a little Drogar flair to your Ravens,” she said. “We’ve got a similar bird - Ventrii Stalkers. They’re these hunter/fishers that’re smaller and less aggressive than Avicii Raptors, but definitely smarter and way more agile.” “Oh, good pick,” added Severas. “Most birds on the planet are in constant conflict with each other. The war co

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

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.

She asked quickly, her pulse instantly rising. Look up, but, please, don’t scream, implored Hayden. Cory slowly tilted her head upwards. She had to clasp her hands over her mouth to stifle her gasp. There were dozens upon dozens of Stormbringers of every shade, strip and spot, sleeping in the canopies and on the massive branches above. Even though they all had unique coats, each creature was dingy enough to blend in due to the marsh.

Ruby took the bread and immediately placed it on a plate with eggs and bacon, covering it for Geneva. "Caaaw, caaaw." Her attention was suddenly diverted to the white bird that landed on her open window. It was looking at her with a keen eye as if trying to tell her something. The bird was also a rare thing, not that its species was uncommon but its color is wrong for its kind. The bird was a white raven which alarmed her more than a black one and one look made her aware of who its owner was. She heard Manticat hissing threateningly to the crow while pointing his spoon dangerously to the bird as if challenging him to do anything against his master or his waffles.

With her heart pounding, she got to her feet and made a move to run, back to the battle and away from the unfamiliar surroundings. However, the black things returned, spinning and reforming before her, blocking her way in the process. They had wings and small beaks, their eyes glinting. . . . They were small crows, smooth and dark as the void itself. The tiny birds were whirling, shifting, their wings beating collectively until they began to merge and form a woman wearing flowing red robes. The woman had dark hair and dark eyes, golden skin and a regal face. There was a gold circlet perched atop her glorious head, glinting in the blue light.

“My mom’s name was Wren. It was also a name of a bird, so maybe he named us as Raven and Crowden.” “Especially that you two are twins, looking alike, your hair were both jet black, just the fact that you are… deadly makes it somehow related to how ravens and crows feast on dead bodies. But is Crowden is like that as well? I mean… it is evident on you that… you can kill, you can be ruthless, but for Crowden he looks softer?” I wondered.