The Black Crow Novels & Stories

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Under attack from friends around, Gavin sighed and said, “Blacky tried to climb on Krista’s body, and the stupid girl rocked the spoiled snake until suddenly Balcky bit her hand until it bled, because Krista had previously held Audrey’s pet cat.” “She didn’t actually threaten Blacky, it was just a curse.” Again Jaxon defended, to which the men around nodded their heads. Gavin, who felt defeated, just snorted in disapproval. One of the stupid girls who pretended to be familiar with the corn snake that he kept. The girl did not even understand that touching a snake should not be careless, even though the snake was not venomous. While discussing about Blacky and his sudden aggressive attitude,

The flame had gone out and only the glow of the moon seemed to give Godric a little light. A crow had ventured onto the old masonry and announced its presence. The young priest's heart had slipped into his black robe. He had expected everything at night, but not to get such a shock. How long had he stood there just to be so lost in his thoughts? Godric's gaze turned to the crow that hadn't moved and continued to look at the blue-haired man. Their eyes met. The crow's black eyes literally devoured the blue gaze. Godric didn't know why, but this bird, as small as it was, had something attractive to him. Still, Godric was unable to move. Just as if he were under the spell of the dark gaze. He w

Having picked their clothes, the werewolves were about to reach the mansion, interested if Bianca was already fine. Two black eyes were peaking through the golden bars. The crow wanted to look closer at the girl sleeping on the sofa. A crisply clear Bianca’s reflection filled these pristine black circles - the bird’s eyes. The colour of her clothes, skin and hair were even more vivid in the crow’s eyes than in reality. The locked crow was focused on the girl just as if she was its prey.

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

The cold wind howled fiercely and the dim glow of the setting sun casted a dull, foreboding light over the terrain. A sudden, piercing screech shattered the silence as a large, black crow descended from the sky. It hopped onto Hugh’s shoulder, it's beady eyes gleaming briefly before its body dissolved into dark smoke. The tendrils curled around Hugh’s head like living shadows before slowly slithering into his ear. Hugh’s expression hardened as the vision burned into his mind. He turned to Kayziel. “They’re coming." He said, his tone grave. "Only two days’ ride away.”

Grasping one he bounds over to the girl as others tried to help her from the crow. With one smack of the broom, Cylester sends the bird flying across the room. It falls ungracefully, trying and failing to right itself. Another hard smack has its neck twisting in an odd angle that lets everyone know it was dead as its body stills. Cylester lifts his head to stare at the wolves crowding the room. "Where did the crow come from?" He asked, voicing his curiosity.

But they hit hard. He turned his face slightly, drawing in a slow breath, trying to ease the tightness building in his throat. If only he had known. He met her a month ago—at the bar where she worked. Quiet. Reserved. Always polite. They had exchanged small conversations here and there. She mentioned studying medicine… wanting to become a doctor, just like her parents wished. And somehow, without fully thinking it through, he had given her his black card. She had refused. Of course she had. But he left it anyway—on the counter, forcing the choice into her hands.

We get in the elevator and find two young women wearing short dresses, surely arriving from a party. They start whispering to each other while looking at the Black Tiger. They are eyeing him from head to toe and I can feel them talking about how hot he looks with his messy hair. They are drooling over him, but he cares less about them. He keeps a straight face, his eyes only staring at the doors. The girls are arguing about who’s going to talk to him first.

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still