Rainbow Crows Novels & Stories

“Tell me.” Her smile grew. “They call us crows. Because of the way we look, dark crow’s eyes, and dark hair, like their feathers. And because we’re also very, very good at knowing when there’s going to be blood. You can see flocks of them sometimes flying over to-be-battlefields because they recognize the signs. Swarms of them, all ready to scavenge.” “And you think you’re a crow now? Is that it?” She pushed the heel of her wrist against his chest, palm scraping against the edge of his shoulder collar. “Don’t tease,” she mock-warned. “Trust my instincts.”

"I'll get it checked out. Don't panic." The moment I ended the link with Celeste, I immediately opened another one to Liam. "Call the border patrol. Get a report from all stations. Now." "On it," Liam responded without question. While I waited for Liam to report back, I kept my expression neutral, still pretending to watch the ceremony. But my eyes were scanning the crowd, looking for anything out of place, any sign of the danger Celeste had sensed. That's when I noticed them. Crows. Dozens of them, maybe even hundreds, circling above our gathering in a formation that was definitely not natural. They moved like a living cloud, their black wings blotting out patches of stars.

Trees shimmered in shades of silver and gold, while flowers bloomed in a rainbow of colors that danced in the gentle breeze. As Theo explored this enchanting world, he encountered friendly creatures with coats of every color imaginable. A rainbow-colored bird chirped a cheerful tune, leading Theo through fields of shimmering grass that changed color with each step he took. Butterflies with wings painted in iridescent hues fluttered around him, leaving trails of sparkling dust in their wake.

Even Rose and Kalen, Brady’s wolf, had a great time. The two of them became quickly and strangely obsessed with all the colorful roosters that were roaming wild on the island. To me, the roosters looked like chickens that had mated with peacocks, but Brady assured me that they were 100% roosters. Either way, every time we saw them Rose and Kalen would beg us to shift so that they could go and play with these curious-looking creatures. We had to keep reminding them that the roosters did not want to play with wolves or anything else that might want to eat them.

Even down on the sheltered ground, loose wisps of my hair danced at the edges of my face. The crows and ravens had left their roosting perches in the trees to patrol the skies, painting endless feathery circles in the darkest of inks. They croaked and screamed and cried and shrieked, usurping the final signs of peace from the forest. Soon enough, a single drop of rain fell onto my forehead and dripped down the bridge of my nose. I felt the smoothness of its movement and closed my eyes as another fell onto my cheek and then my hand and then my foot.

I thought I could see someone stand on the bridge, but I wasn't sure. They had gone all out for the special occasion. The streets were incredibly clean, not to even mention the number of flowers they had decorating the shops and even the streetlights. It looked like we had straight-up walked into a magical fantasy land. "Welcome to Avian, girls." Gwen's voice sounded through our speakers. "As you can see, the streets are rather busy. It will take us some time to get to the castle." The streets only seemed to become more and more crowded as we got closer to the castle.

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

Chapter Twenty-Seven His shiny eyes just stared at me as if he were a reflection that penetrated my eyesight. He differs from the other blackbirds. I know what they called this a Raven. I secretly smiled because I knew for myself that he was a special blackbird. More clever, quick and unique to crawls and owls. I rubbed his feathers to make him even more meek and, as Willow says, we need to step on our blackbirds and let them know we are their master.

Fortunately, he only experienced it for a moment before everything returned to normal, with the sound of a crow already perched on his shoulder, with the crow's eyes looking at him anxiously. From a long time ago, the Berthold family had a strong bond with the crows thanks to the grace of Morrigan's blood flowing within their bodies, attracting the crows to be by their side whenever they needed it. In his case, the crow realized his fear. The crow gave him a reassuring look, and in an instant, the fear he was experiencing just disappeared.

Flesh and bone and muscle melded with brick and plaster. Finally, when there was very little of Maggie Brogan left, she began to scream and, as she did so, birds of every shape, size and colour flew out of her mouth. The macaw. The cockatoo. The rainbow-billed toucan. The scarlet ibis . They flew in circles around me, filling the room with a stream of incandescent, bright colour, their triumphant song resounding in my ears and I stood in the centre of their storm, my arms held aloft, feeling the brush of their feathers upon my fingertips.