Rainbow Crows Novels & Stories

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

Screw it! Roxanne knew she was going to die the second four more wolves appeared behind the first one, their black eyes looking more lethal and their fangs ready to rip some skin. "Ciel, take her and leave; we will keep them at bay!" Roxie snapped her head to violent eyes who yelled and she almost wanted to bite off his head. There were plenty of places to kidnap someone but instead, these cretinous yet gorgeous guys thought it would be best to take their victims to a wolf-infested forest, and now they were all going to die as a result of their stupidity!

The majestic bird had a vibrant appearance, with a range of reds, blues, greens, and yellows. Time to feast. Carefully, I got on my feet, approaching it in a non-threatening gesture. It bobbed its head curiously, eyeing me up and down. Raven watched my movements with interest. With a sudden lunge, I scooped the macaw up in my hand. It screeched in protest, flapping its wings and trying to escape. Laughing, I petted the bird's head and dug my fangs into it. Raven gasped in horror and moved away from me.

A wolf howled in the distance, and my heart sank when I realized that it was Ragnar. I could tell by how sad the howl sounded that he had discovered my absence. “I’m sorry, Ragnar,” I said and sighed. “I had to pick what was best for me.” I glanced at the crow and saw it watching me closely. After a few seconds, it spread out its wings and prepared to fly. At the base of its wing, I saw the unmistakable emblem of the Nightclaw pack. It wasn’t just any ordinary forest bird; it was a crow from the southern kingdom, and the idea that it must’ve been following us because it was ordered to sent a chill down my spine, and I pulled them to my side.

It was beautiful, and a bit sad, how easily things were lost to time. The crow cocked its head and I cupped a few Craisins, daring it to draw closer. Bold, it hopped over, defiantly plucking the food from my hand. I reached out and stroked its blue-black wing. It jolted back, hopped into the air and flew away through the darkness.

His wings were fading from the deep black raven color to pale gray with streaks of white on it. "What the fuck happened." Rain finally voiced his words. "The crawlers, I think he was poisoned..."

Raven wasn’t completely sure whether or not she should go since she would have to come back for high school in August, no matter what we were up to, but the forest was saying she should be there. Then, something strange started to happen. I wasn’t surprised at all to see Brice’s yellow or Joshua’s brown. I was surprised when they started running together, much like Raven and Tony’s two colors. I had assumed that the purple and maroon were intermingling because Raven and Tony are a couple. But Joshua and Brice aren’t a couple…. Melanie’s color never showed up. Neither did Alec’s or Starla’s. I was especially happy about the lack of pink. The lack of light blue made me sad, and no orange made

Looking up, the sky was not only dark because of the clouds but also the rattles and chirping of the crows was deafening… "What the hell is going on?" The crowd began screaming, especially women, when the black crows that were chirping, started falling down like rain…Creating an uncomfortable smell as they fell dead…

Here, my crow had purple spots, and this one was pure black. Wait… I gasped at the realization. No way. No fucking way!

This can’t be happening. He continues, his voice low and intent. “Did you know ravens and crows are always mistaken for each other? Small‑minded people don’t see the difference. Ravens are far deadlier. Larger wingspan, more aggressive nature. Their size and those powerful beaks make them superior hunters. Their intelligence surpasses the crow’s. They can perform complex tasks. They prefer solitude, smaller flocks, but drive them to hunt together, and they become a force to be reckoned with. Those beaks can pierce skin like blades.” His eyes glaze, as though caught in a trance, almost worshiping the bird in his hand. Then he looks at me. “But you already know this. You’ve seen it firsthand.”