Rainbow Crows Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, when he rushed into the bar I had gotten loosened, it broke free. It clattered onto the ground with more noise than I had hoped for. Although, it must have worked since I heard a loud screech just moments before I saw a large black bird fly from the fog, perhaps as large as Desmond was. Shortly after I saw there was a swarm of them following close behind. When they got closer, I saw they were crows, which I had always heard were known to go hand in hand with witches. Or maybe it was ravens, but I couldn’t be sure at the moment. Trying to figure out what it was, wasn’t my concern right now.

His eyes are wide and he looks at a loss for words, like he can't believe what just happened. The crow caws again, and I spin around, waiting for another attack. Todd steps in front of me. The crow studies us with a black, beady eye. He hops to the edge of the table, opens his beak, and caws shrilly again. Todd lobs the book across the room. The book clips the crow, and it takes to the air, flying back into the bathroom and out an open window, disappearing into the night.

Even my heart skipped a beat! But suddenly, quick shadows flickered overhead and a rusty scream echoed over the Citadel. Lesana opened her eyes in horror and they reflected black birds soaring in circles. Crows... Harbingers of death, scavengers. Their hoarse voice fell from the sky, echoing. Where are these nasty birds from? And why won't anyone chase them away? Cold sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades. Everyone knows: where the raven circles, death walks there.

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

Countless ravens circled its head as it held two scythes in front of its chest in the shape of a cross. The Thunder Bombs zipped over at high speed. Countless ravens swooped down, colliding with the Thunder Bombs. All at once, the square was filled with a symphony of thunder and lightning strikes. The Thunder Bombs broke past the ravens' attack, striking the scarecrow's body. The air flashed with lightning, making everyone's eyes hurt from the bright, piercing light as deafening strikes of thunder filled the air. The darkness was displaced by this, and the entire world seemed to light up.

“I won't let these mongrels steal a chance at real happiness.” Warren spun and spread the wings, the adlets spread out on instinct, Warren gutted two more and raced to the second mounted leader. Heavy gunfire and smoke hailed the coming of the Scald Crow, “Did somebody order back up?” Jack's disembodied voice shouted. The adlets tripped over themselves to get away, and several hurled spears only to have them clatter against the Scald Crows Superior armor. The heavy guns roared until the furry invaders were out of sight.

An airborne crow, caught in the unnatural current, flopped and cawed until it was finally able to fly clear, glossy feathers ruffled but otherwise intact—this same crow would later peck out the eyes of its own young and leave the nest a scene of blood, torn black tufts, and carnage before soaring off in pursuit of interests unknown. Across town a young couple sitting on their front porch felt a chill and shivered, the eerie sensation vexing their good spirits and reducing them to ash in one fell swoop. The recently wed couple, with the name Putnam on their welcome mat, had been relaxing and drinking sweet tea outside for a while. They had also, quite coincidentally, witnessed the arrival of

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa

Finches added their high-pitched trills, while blackbirds, with their distinctive calls, added depth and richness to the composition. With each note that filled the air, the birds seemed to dance, their wings fluttering in rhythm as they soared and glided through the sky. Their feathers, a kaleidoscope of colors, created a stunning display against the backdrop of the azure heavens. The iridescent blues of blue jays, the fiery oranges of orioles, and the vibrant yellows of canaries intertwined, forming a living tapestry of vibrant hues.

I could have mistaken it for any other crow, but it looked the same as the one in my dream. “Oh, these crows again.” Ana shook her head in annoyance and turned to me, “Can you please excuse me for a minute, miss? I would be right back.” “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.” I said with a smile and she dashed away to get someone to help get rid of the crows. There were like a group of crows swarming the area now, that was why Ana was concerned. Crows were the symbolic animal of Wilfair and they represented a different kinds of omens. Crows in groups meant bad luck.