Rainbow Crows Novels & Stories

In that moment of weightlessness still carried from Makaran's spring from the boulder, the crow took flight. Red was at a loss for words as the crow wheeled silently in the morning light. The shock of seeing Makaran's body tear apart in midair was offset by the beauty of the animal he became and the speculative wonder that she might be able to do the same. Moments later the crow alighted on the boulder and turned a shiny black-button eye on her. "Hello beautiful," it croaked. "You can talk!" Red laughed. "Can you understand me as well?" "Aye," croaked Makaran the crow. "Crows have ears and voices. Watch now."

The flame had gone out and only the glow of the moon seemed to give Godric a little light. A crow had ventured onto the old masonry and announced its presence. The young priest's heart had slipped into his black robe. He had expected everything at night, but not to get such a shock. How long had he stood there just to be so lost in his thoughts? Godric's gaze turned to the crow that hadn't moved and continued to look at the blue-haired man. Their eyes met. The crow's black eyes literally devoured the blue gaze. Godric didn't know why, but this bird, as small as it was, had something attractive to him. Still, Godric was unable to move. Just as if he were under the spell of the dark gaze. He w

Leah shrugged. There was no point fighting over it. This patch of land sat awkwardly between the Prince of Varkos's territory and Moonclaw lands, belonging to neither, cared about by none. It just existed—quiet, ignored, and useful for exactly this kind of thing. Silence, without witnesses. Mia sat down beside her like she had always belonged there, legs folding in a loose sprawl. "So," Mia said, glancing sideways at her, "why were you at the wedding with Cyrus Moonclaw?"

"Caw!" The crow swooped down from Landon's shoulder to the ground. "You Krowonian priests are truly wicked. You're actually trying to pin this on Chaos!" Eyes darkening, the crow declared, "Your lives are worthless now. Caw!" In ancient times, crows were sacred creatures with iridescent black feathers. They possessed one innate gift—their death omens never failed. Especially now when it took matters into its own talons. The men in black drew their final breaths without knowing their killer's identity. Their hopes of reporting back to the master were mere wishful thinking. Their last sight was of the man approaching Chaos, reaching out to press his hand against its head. Then darkness took th

"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.