Rainbow Crows Novels & Stories

Dozens of them hung from the branches on both sides of the road, tied by their feet with thin silver thread. Their black wings turned slowly in the rain. Like ornaments. Like warnings. At the center of the road, painted in blood across the asphalt, was the same crown-and-claw symbol. Damien stopped the truck. The engine idled. The trees leaned close. Then every dead crow opened its eyes.

I stared at the ceiling, at the faint cracks in the wood, at the window where light peeked in. Then, movement outside caught my eye. Crows. Dozens of them. Flying from the east, black wings beating violently against the pale sky, their cries loud and harsh like warnings. A shiver ran down my spine. Something was coming. Something bad

Jaybie said knowledgeably. Sonnet searched for ‘Rainfall’ on her phone as well. She thought that this painting was evidently different from ‘Rainfall’ as well. ‘Rainfall’ was a black and white watercolor painting, whereas this was a colored painting. Although the features and angles of the scenery depicted in the painting were similar, this painting had additional features. For example, there was a rainbow in the painting.

It was smaller than her room in the Devine mansion but it had the same feeling as her apartment back home and that made her feel the familiarity of home. *pink* *pink* *pink* Evy heard her windowpane banging. Outside was a small black crow that keeps pecking its beck at the glass. Checking it out, she quickly found her house crest painted on its leg and found a roll of paper on the other. Messenger birds were something she’s read back when she admired the pigeons being raised in the parks. This crow must be trained as well by a servant and is delivering a message. What got her curiosity was how it was able to know her location. It shouldn’t be able to see from inside the house unless it coul

Zyris enthusiastically replies, grinning ear-to-ear. The cafe owner chuckles in amusement. "That's good to hear. I'm quite worried about their safety though. I've heard rumors that owls are also around the area and are quite vicious. They won't attack the scientist, will they?" "Don't worry. Their presence is quite rare around the lab. The rats either die because they can't handle it, or they run away from the lab and are caught by other crows." 'What? Rats? Crows? Owls?' Xavier frowns, not understanding a single word they're saying. It could be related to the research they are working on. Are they researching the interaction between rats and crows? That's just cruel.

From the look of things, it was a crow, but deep down I knew it was no ordinary crow at all. Its eyes were glowing, a terrifying bright red as its dark feathers rustled against the wind. For some unknown reason, I felt a strange pull toward this bird. It was an overwhelming kind of attraction, almost forcing me to go closer to it, to reach for it, to touch it, and it was so dangerously irresistible.

Beyond the glass, balanced on the ledge with the casual arrogance of something that knew it could not be touched, was a crow. Not the kind of crow that scavenged kitchen scraps or fought with sparrows over fallen bread. This one was too large, too still, its feathers so black they seemed to have swallowed a hole in the afternoon light. Its head was cocked, one eye fixed on the room with an attention that felt personal. The eye was purple. It was not a trick of the light. Purple, like something that had no business sitting in the skull of a bird. "That's not a normal crow," Naya said.

Zoran and Naelis immediately followed her gaze, their primordial instincts on high alert. Perched on a low branch was a large, jet black crow. Its eyes weren't the usual bead-like birds' eyes, they were cold, obsidian voids that seemed to be absorbing in everything they were saying. The bird sat perfectly still, its head tilted in a way that looked disturbingly human. The moment it realized it had been spotted, the crow let out a harsh, mocking caw. It spread its wings and took flight, disappearing into the dark canopy of the surrounding forest before Zoran could even think of shifting.

The river behind her rose, full of teeth and wedding music. Ava held the paper rooster like she could not believe this was her life. "If that thing crows," she said, "I am retiring." The rooster opened one paper eye. "Please don't antagonize our emergency chicken," I choked. Then dawn tore through the river. It crowed once, a sound so bright it cut the river-dark. Dawn flashed across the dock. Every Below-Prayer hand recoiled. The bride screamed, loosening her sleeve. "Name!" I shouted.

Heath asked. "Crow? Raven! Raven is nice,” Heinrich ignored Heath's question and started snapping his fingers. Instantly, the flock of white birds changed colour and shape. A swarm of Artificial Spirit Doves turned into hundreds of black ravens with red-blood eyes. Heath widened his eyes at the amazing phenomenon and turned to Heinrich. Only then did the red-eyed young man turn to him and smile. “I am glad to have passed by you by chance, Young Lord.” Heath had a bad feeling right then and there.