Rainbow Crows Novels & Stories

Normally, he avoided those creatures at all costs, especially crows, because, while they were good enough to hunt and carry off unsuspecting prey, there was nothing pleasant about their presence in his house. Their screeching voices and shrill cries haunted him every single night when he woke up. He always pretended that he didn’t hear anything. But this crow…it was different. There was no denying that it was watching him as he approached it. He watched it cautiously for several moments, his gaze fixated on it. He tried to figure out what it wanted. He studied it carefully and waited patiently for it to speak, hoping to discover a clue about its intentions. But, apart from looking at him wit

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.”

The whole room was filled with his laughter for a few seconds. “Who made you think I’ll kneel to anyone?” My heart was beating so fast. Not in a good way. But I was nervous for Alpha Kai’s sake at this point. He might even be cut off from limb to limb, burned alive, or skewered like a barbecue. That’s how barbaric these Red Crows are to their enemies. If the twin pack were horrible, they are not compared to how disgusting these crows hunt. They kill for fun. They kill because they wanted to.

Cuckoo. A crow squawked and pecked at one of the window ledges. Antony, who recognized the crow, immediately opened the dining room window. A cold wind blew hard that brought snowflakes. Their eyes stung, and reflex covered their faces. Quickly, Antony closed again. He gets annoyed that his hair is wet. He shook off the dew clinging to his hair.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

Sure enough, what Akira said. In the sky the crow carried the poor man. A crow with a large body, a giant crow. "Look at the sky!" point at Akira to me. I immediately looked up at the sky, and was surprised to see a giant crow flying towards here. I saw the eyes of a large crow with blood red color staring intently at me, I quickly hid behind Akira's body in fear. "Hi, what's wrong?" Akira asked me.

After a massive lunch, we started eating the apples and pears peeled and served by Quinn. We decided to rest for a while, I lie on the ground and looked at the clear blue sky. Rendall did the same, Quinn rested her back on the oak tree. “Are those?” my brows furrowed with what we saw. A flock of crows almost covered the fresh blue sky as it flew very fast as something scared them away. “Crows.” Rendall stood up and take a closer look, the sky became dark as the sunlight is being trapped on the crow’s wings.

Because of how they worked in groups, it made the sky look colourful due to how the birds had different skin colors. Meanwhile, the fowls of the Earth had also risen. The hen moved around with her infant, making sure she provided them breakfast while the cock was busy roaming around, also searching for a daily bread. Not minding if he had a wife or children. Due to how the weather was favourable to them and making them move around, it made the cock crow, signifying how happy it was and also telling the people in the neighbourhood that it was already morning.

She held on to Ivan’s scarf and shut her eyes. Through his eyes she could make out two big burly men at the table. They were on each side of Ivan. They each had half filled cups of what was probably rum. They were playing cards. She was drawn out of her reverie by the calls of what was unmistakably ravens, she looked up at the sky. They were a few of them hovering above her head.

It perched on her shoulder with eerie silence, head tilting, watching. Gasps rippled through the amphitheater. Gloria followed. Her crow was rawboned and mean, talons like shards of onyx, beak dripping a sheen of spectral oil. It let out a harsh, jagged caw that echoed through the rafters before taking to the beams above. Its eyes swept the room like prey. Patricia came next, rolling her shoulders with an arrogant smile. Her crow was smaller, but its eyes glowed an unnatural violet—the mark of a mimic, a rare spell-weaver capable of channeling and twisting magic through its song. A weapon in its own right.