The Crow Book Novels & Stories

Giant was saying, "that was all we asked of you. And you grudge us the food "Be glad I didn't grudge you fire too." Craster was a thick man made thicker by the ragged smelly sheepskins he wore day and night. He had a broad flat nose, a mouth that drooped to one side, and a missing ear. And though his matted hair and tangled beard might be grey going white, his hard knuckly hands still looked strong enough to hurt. "I fed you what I could, but you crows are always hungry. I'm a godly man, else I would have chased you off. You think I need the likes of him, dying on my floor? You think I need all your mouths, little man?" The wildling spat. "Crows. When did a black bird ever bring good to a ma

Crow let out a huge sigh and then bent down to use the Russian’s shirt to wipe his knife clean. “What the fuck was that?” Monster asked. Crow looked up at the men staring at him. “I ended him, that’s what.” “Wait, wait…” Maverick shook his head. “You’re an IT man.” “Yeah, so?” Crow stood and placed his knife carefully back into its sheath at his waist. Breed laughed. “I suppose I never told any of you about Crow here.” Monster, who thought he was Crow’s best buddy, glanced at him then again, stared at Crow.

It flew into her stomach just before she could reach it. The crow pecked at her stomach. No matter how hard it peck, it just goes through her. The worm cannot be reached with its short beak. The crow squawked angrily as it flies away from the soul monster. Jesse pressed the binoculars at her eyes as she saw a crow soar at the scene she was looking at. Clement placed a bunch of papers at the teacher’s desk. The sound made Jesse tremble. “What’s wrong?” He asked, taking his hand off the papers.

They were both taken aback, Cwena looked up at the window to see if anyone was there and Gerey stared at the door, expecting anyone to come in at that moment. “I'm the book you dolts!” the book said in a boring, matter-of-fact voice, “you didn't expect me to be a dumb book that bears the tickles of an inked feather tingling on its pages do ya?!” “Uhm, no - no. Not at all,” Cwena put in mildly, trying hard to hide the look of disbelief at what she could see right before her, on the gathered hay. The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -”

Since it was a Saturday, the children could play as much as they liked. … Old Crows Town was a small town. From above, the outline of the town looked like a crow with black outlines and everything. No one knew how exactly how long Old Crow Town had been around. Not even Old Cabbage, the oldest man in the town. Many of the members in the town had either migrated there or the members of the older generation who knew anything about the town’s history were long dead.

But I willed myself to be calm. The crow landed on the ground a few metres away from me and I stared at him in desperation. How was I going to fight off nine dark ones, stronger than any human men? The crow blinked at me and I suddenly felt something beneath me. Something sharp. The dark ones got closer to me but every time I snarled, they backed away a little.

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

Inside the box were three rings. "Will you marry me?" The view of the rings in the warm light of the candles made the rings even more charming. Bianca couldn’t understand why there were three rings, but even after a quick look, she could say which one was supposed to be hers. The smaller one with the writing: Crow. But right then, her eyes noticed another writing: Crowolf. The ring looked out of this world, filled with some difficult-to-name force, emanating from the round shape and the writing itself. It shone in the flames of the candles as if it were alive.

The council chamber was cavernous, its stone walls adorned with banners bearing the crest of Arindale—a golden falcon soaring against a crimson backdrop. Emilia’s footsteps echoed as she entered, the heavy wooden doors closing behind her. The chamber was already alive with voices, nobles and advisors engaged in animated conversation.

Ash grumbles, “So, fucking wrong.” Crow nods, “Not disagreeing.” He frowns, “I need to do some research to be sure, but there is some magic that he could be attemptin’. I don’t want to say until I’m sure mind. But if I’m right, it would be very bad for everyone.” Crow looks worried, but pulls out a book and writes a note in it. He stares at the page for a while, then sighs and closes the book. “I’ll let you know when I have any answers though, Darlin’.” She furrows her brow,