The Crow Book Novels & Stories

The silence is colder than the grave. --- **The Crow’s Whisper** That night, the scar burns like a brand. I follow the crow’s shadow through the skeletal forest, my breath fogging in the air. It leads me to the Tomb of Whispers, its entrance cracked open like a wound. *“You feel it, don’t you?”* the Shadow’s voice slithers through my mind. *“The prison weakens.”* The crow perches on the tomb’s threshold, its eye glowing brighter. “What do you want?” I demand.

Surprised that a crow would be smart enough to deliver a message. “Only one way to find out.” I took a step closer to the crow. The crow spread its wings slightly, revealing a symbol etched on a small, tattered piece of parchment that dangled from its beak. With a swift flick of its head, the crow dropped the parchment at their feet, landing gracefully on the ground. I knelt down gently and picked up the parchment. As I unrolled the message, the words jumped out at me. “Writing from the kingdom, it's Rowan.

A million questions popped into my mind, and I was unable to say them out loud because that door was locked again. I huffed feeling frustrated, that answer had only brought me more questions. Corvo Island was a strong ally of Shivia, located beside us, separated by a few nautical miles from us. Its ruler was John Chase, but he did not call himself king, just Commander, and in addition to commanding the island he still had lands in Shivia. The island of the crow produced many wooden materials, including ships from which they traded to other nations, except for the enemies of Shivia. The two countries were allies for centuries, they were also known for their great forges from which they produc

To enter such a secret auction, you need a stamp of their sigil - a crow. Crows are said to be known for their clairvoyance and foresight. But the crow being used in the Order has a deeper meaning. Because they are considered wise, they are also known to bring death to your doorstep. That is why The Order is using this magnificent bird to spread the idea that although the crow would lead you to heaven upon death, this only masks their true ideal - power.

Somewhere close—too close—Crowe’s voice brushed her ear, smooth and venomous. “Rite or not,” he whispered as the world lurched, and the first wrench of forced movement tore at her balance, “you’re still Lot One.”

CHAPTER 58: TRUTH SPELL. Soaring over the city, a crow flew to the coliseum. It perched at the top of the building, adjusting itself as it cawed. It blinked its eyes, revealing a purple coloration. It turned its head from one side to another, as though taking a view of the whole arena, and all that went on within. After a while, it cawed again and then flew off, heading toward a secluded part of Winterhill. It arrived at the old Grayson mansion and perched on a window, letting out a loud caw.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

The air was alive with the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze, adding to the sense of adventure. As they walked, they encountered their first challenge—a riddle carved into a tree trunk. “What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees, up, up it goes, and yet never grows?” Calliyah read aloud, furrowing her brow in concentration. Esmeray thought for a moment before a light bulb went off in her head. “It’s a mountain!” she exclaimed. “Mountains have roots underground, they’re taller than trees, and they reach up into the sky.”

“If I find her, could she make all of the dragon spirits come back?” Just as Eros hesitated to answer, a loud noise disturbed them. A large crow had landed on the floor of the chamber and overturned a potted cactus, as if on purpose. Another crow flew in, then another, until at least a dozen black crows had flooded in through the open window. Dagen barged back into the chamber and announced with dreadful urgency, “We’ve got a problem.” “What happened?” Eros rounded the table and exited to the open yard, Thorn followed the both of them out.

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.