The Crow Book Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but ask. Leaning heavily on his cane,Vincent followed closely behind me,answering carefully:"I water them myself every day.I...I was afraid they'd wither." Right then,a small,glossy black Cane Corso puppy came trotting out from the grand hall. The moment it saw me,it wagged its docked tail frantically and lunged for my legs. "Echo,stop."Vincent immediately blocked the pup with his cane."You'll dirty the Donna's clothes."

“Time is a tool. We will employ it. They believe that subtlety and deception confer upon them an advantage—but we possess the crown, strategy, and loyalty. We will strike when the opportune moment arrives.” As night descended upon the capital, Aera stood on the balcony, observing the city below. Lights flickered in homes and towers, oblivious to the clandestine war unfolding above their heads. The crown pulsed faintly, a steady pulse of power and awareness, guiding her decisions, revealing concealed truths, and granting insight into the intricate webs of deception that stretched like dark threads throughout Eldoria. Somewhere within the city, another whisper of treachery persisted. A figure

“It’s not natural.” The crows weren’t acting like birds. They weren’t trying to avoid the aircraft. They were attacking it—throwing themselves against it in a suicidal barrage, as if driven by some mindless command. Emma pressed herself against the seat, watching in horror as blood coated the windshield until they couldn’t see anything beyond it. The wipers tried to clear it, but it was too much. The whirr of the blades became a useless protest against the storm of flesh and wings. “I think they’re enchanted,” Emma muttered, more to herself than to Steve. “Or possessed.”

Sure enough, Carl, who was tired of drinking tea over there, stood up, looked at the glass lamp he had saved up so hard for, and with a touch of his fingertip, shattered it. He looked up, his gaze falling on the deepest part of the cave, his handsome profile indifferent, surrounded by black mist that kept people away, as if he were a god: "You go, put those lost souls back." "Yes, master," the crow, finally able to move, flapped its wings and was about to take off. Three people walked out from the continuous rain over there. The crow recognized Elijah at a glance. It glanced at its master, then flew up without waiting for orders, concealing its own breath.

My men rushed forward, finishing it off with blades and bullets. The last one was faster. It made it halfway up the stairs before I caught up. I grabbed it by the neck, slammed it against the wall, and squeezed until I heard the snap. It went limp in my hands. When its body hit the floor, something fell out of its clothes—a small black token and a notebook. I picked both up. The token had a crow engraved on it. “Black Crow,” I muttered. Lyndon came closer, wiping blood off his hands. “Black Crow? That’s a group that got wiped out years ago, right?”

Lukas The library in the palace was a beautiful room, although clearly neglected. There was one lonely werewolf manning the extensive collection of books, and dust covered nearly every surface. The rows of shelves extended back as far as I could see, and up three levels as well. So many books, left to time and inattention. The werewolf paid us no mind when we entered. He didn’t even look up from his newspaper when we walked in, and Dave and I waited to be acknowledged, but after a moment, we realized that would not happen, so we just went on our way.

She held out her hand, and for a second, the white void slowed down. "I can see the text underneath!" Mina shouted over the rising wind of the void. "It’s not being destroyed... it’s being Struck Through! Someone is drawing a line through the South’s history!" Suddenly, a shadow fell over the grey village. The Giant Crow we had seen on our roof plummeted from the sky, landing atop the blurred remains of the village well. It was six feet tall, its feathers made of shredded black silk. In its beak, it held a pair of Silver Scissors, the kind used by a Master Tailor, but large enough to decapitate a man.

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.

"Because a he-wolf in heat has a very keen sense of smell." With that, she turned and strutted away, her followers trailing behind her. I slumped weakly to the floor. My phone vibrated with a message from Gerard. "Location shows you're in the slums? That area is full of uncivilized strays. Come home now, or I'll come get you myself." Staring at the words on the screen, I wanted to tell him that I was at an academy known as the "Cradle of Nobility" and that I was being bullied by the real "strays" here.