Rainbow Crows Novelas e Histórias

"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.

I swear one of the maids almost passed out from the cuteness overload. While I was debating whether to burst into tears to get some attention back on me, I spotted it. A bird, not just any bird, mind you, but the rainbow bird. A majestic creature with all the colors of the universe. And before I knew it, my feet were moving on their own, leading me away from the maids. I followed that bird like it was an idiot I was. Next thing I knew, I was climbing this tree to get closer to its nest.

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.

"Is this the end?" Kaelor stood up. He pulled me against him, his arms a familiar, solid weight. "No," he said. He pointed toward the edge of the porch. A single, black-eyed crow was sitting on the railing. It had three eyes. "It's just the beginning," the crow said. The baby kicked again. I looked at Kaelor. His eyes were gold. Mine were silver. In the distance, the first scream of a newborn child echoed across the field of eternal jasmine.

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.

Noah's existence made him forget about his mother’s presence in the room at all. Quack! Quack! The sounds of the crows outside were getting louder, it made Martha worried, “Ravens are the sign of God’s provision, but these birds are acting strangely… at night?” she then peeked outside, through the window. She could see dozen of crows were perching on the pine trees nearby. “There were so many of them…” she commented. At that moment, Noah suddenly recalled the similar experience that happened to him two days ago on his way to JFK airport, ‘Are they following us, Ruiz?’

“Maybe we can speed between goal posts?” I point out, meaning from perch to perch where the crows are, we could hyper speed then wait on them to move, and go again. Which is exactly what we do the second we see them land further on and move to go. Racing to the next set of trees in the blink of an eye and the birds move again, in a game of follow me.

A shrill, high-pitched chatter among the ramblings and insults of my birds. Jangling the bangles on my right arm I send out a gentle vibration across the ground and towards them, my eyes remaining tight shut as I visualise among them the single bird which dares to encroach upon my brood without invitation. Cutting through black feathers, raven claws, leaves, and beaks, my mind's eye comes to rest on a surprising sight. A white as snow raven with blood red eyes and a beak the colour of ivory, standing proud in the centre of my flying hierarchy; the little bold ingrate.

Khloe asked surprised. "What if we get lost in the fog, I can't see in a fog and not this thick fog," she added crossing her arms around herself. "You won't get lost," Marek held her and pull her with him towards the thick fog. At first, it was quiet but the more they advance towards the unusual energy of that cave, they started hearing the sounds of a crow. crow are considered ominous creatures, they are seen as carriers of death. "Do you hear that?" Khloe asked.