Rainbow Crows Novels & Stories

We walk around, but that’s all there is other than the smell. “It’s quiet, too quiet.” Ari comments. I realize she is correct. I don’t even hear the sound of birds or any animals. Nothing for miles surrounding the cemetery as if it’s been abandoned by the wildlife. Crows love to frequent cemeteries as they are spies for my coven. They alert us to where the spirits are or where there might be trouble which means there had to be a crow here at some point. Something isn't right. “Something is not right here, Ari. We should go and call my dad. It seems we have a few things to report to him. Let’s go back to the town and talk to some locals.” I stop siphoning her abilities as we walk back to the

She had never heard of wolves being larger than her father; he was an Alpha so his wolf was larger than anyone else’s. The bear sized head of the raven wolf looked around. She was too high up to see the colour of its eyes, she imagined an ice blue in contrast with the deep black fur. The wolf padded over to the tree line, further east than it had appeared from. As it padded, the wolf changed to skin. Klara gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth. It was Marc.

"Did you see?" "Yes, the scales of the whale only revealed the color of red. It seems someone had angered it." Rainbow Whales are known for their colorful scales that you can see during the night underwater, but their variety of colors also affects their mood. And the color red isn't a good sign. "We need to further this investigation with the mayor," I tell Zayn as he nods. Then I teleported us to the bunker. Once we summoned ourselves, we were greeted and respected by the townsfolk.

Several other crows were hovering in the sky above us as if standing guard over their friend. As a natural reflex, I picked the crow up and brought it inside. “Here, don't let it bleed too much.” Rachel brought me a towel. I pressed the towel against the crow's wound. “What happened to it?” “We need to wrap it up so the wing can heal.” While I held the crow, Rachel fetched another towel and Ava brought out a random cardboard box she found in the house. Ava prepared a place for the crow to sleep while Rachel and I wrapped it up like a baby.

Jai asked Raul. Raul hummed and looked lost in thought. “I-I don’t really know… But they have different feathers. There’s a red one that went with Beto-san. The blue one that went with you. And then the yellow one that went with us… Umm, with Rina-san, Shoru-chan, and me. There was also a green one… And uhh… I think at some point, when Darrion-san was there, the red went with him…” Raul looked at Darrion hesitantly. “R-Right?” Darrion was kind of confused when they mentioned bird beasts. But after listening to the feather colors, which are the same as the fairies’ mushroom colors, he immediately understood.

I replied and earned a wolfish smile from him. Nora, on the other hand, had stopped crying and was looking at the crow on top of a tree branch. It was looking at us with midnight blue eyes, which makes me wonder if crows have such an eye color. But Nora didn't seem to mind as she beamed and pointed at it with her finger."Aish!" She said. "Aish? You mean Ace?" I asked Nora but she was too busy looking at the crow. A movement at the corner of my eyes caught my attention. The snake was on the move again and slithering really fast towards us. "Ren!" I said, trying to warn him of what was coming.

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.

Bianca woke up as a Queen and no wild flying bird objected to her reign. As the crows soared through the moonlit sky, their numbers began to multiply. One by one, more joined the flock, their glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light. The flapping of their wings echoed in the stillness of the night as they came together, united by their shared mission. With each passing moment, the flock grew larger, like an unstoppable force gathering strength. The crows cawed with determination, their voices echoing through the dense forest. They flew through the trees, their wings beating in perfect harmony, their beady eyes focused on the goal ahead.

"Is that why I'm a white crow now because I'm different? And my uncles, aunts, and cousins, hate me for this because I'm a white Raven? " The two were silent. "Do you hate me too?" My grandmother shook her head frantically. “Never, I love you too much.” "You?" My eyes quickly turned to my grandfather. "No. If I did, I would never take you in and raise you like I did." He said, silencing me, which I was grateful for because I would have thought differently and started hating him again. A white crow leads a flock of black crows that are taught to stay away from innocent species that are similar only because of their color and differences. This will be a challenge. The biggest challenge so far.

He looked at the door in anticipation as he thought to himself, "These next few years are going to be interesting." Mane looked at the creatures that were flying a few feet above his head. These beasts were grey in color with a patch of black on the feathers of their necks. They were as large as an average ten year old and looked like large sized crows. And they were extremely tricky. Mane wrinkled his brow at how much work these crows had given him. These birds were called black necked crows. They were known for their speed and evasiveness, as well as their high attack prowess. Fortunately, these birds had very poor defense and so that could be exploited. Unfortunately, their great speed ma