Novel & Cerita The Crow Book

Anna was brought to a beautiful place, it looked like a countryside. The place was green, full of trees and flowers , beautiful and peaceful, it was everything she ever wanted to escape to in her last life. Anna asked herself

“I won't let these mongrels steal a chance at real happiness.” Warren spun and spread the wings, the adlets spread out on instinct, Warren gutted two more and raced to the second mounted leader. Heavy gunfire and smoke hailed the coming of the Scald Crow, “Did somebody order back up?” Jack's disembodied voice shouted. The adlets tripped over themselves to get away, and several hurled spears only to have them clatter against the Scald Crows Superior armor. The heavy guns roared until the furry invaders were out of sight.

Raven did not reply and just shove a half of a whole pancake once in his mouth, avoiding the question. “Do not worry brother, it is not bad to be still hooked at fairytales at this age.” “I am not!” Raven uttered while his mouth was full and he coughed a bit, chewing his food and swallowing it before he continued. “She just reminded me of it.” “Yeah, coz you are a beast yourself.” “Whatever Crowden.” “I know you still have the book, you like keeping books. You might want to lend it to her.” “Yeah, do you still have it?”

All warriors were gathering behind me, keeping their eyes locked at Crow. James took a few steps forward. His hands balled up fists. But as he was about to reach me, crow flicked his hand and James flew back. He was caught by Alex who's eyes were black. He was covered in blood and had bite marks up and down his arms. ”This is between you and me,” Crow said as he looked at me. I nodded my head before turning to James. His eyes were glowing and his canines were showing. ”It’s okay,” I said with a smile.

I didn't know what that meant yet. But I wrote it down. Crowe. The word is Crowe. It's not a word. It's him. I closed the notebook. I sat in the dark kitchen for a long time after that. The city kept moving outside my window. I kept sitting.

I looked at Kaelor. "We don't have a choice. Look." Kaelor pointed to the sky. The eclipse was gone. But something else was coming. A massive, white crow was circling the Palace. It had three eyes. "The Prophet," I whispered. The crow dove. It landed on the railing, its talons clicking against the stone. "The debt is paid," the crow said. Its voice was a chorus of a hundred dead Muses. "But the child... the child carries the weight now."

I held my breath, anticipation coursing through me as I waited to see the results of his efforts. Suddenly, a faint shimmering began to emanate from the center of the makeshift altar, coalescing into the form of a spectral crow. Its feathers glimmered with an otherworldly light, its eyes burning with an intelligence that belied its illusory nature. I watched in awe as the crow shook as though to shake off dust and then it took flight, soaring gracefully out of the study and into the night.

] [Because of financial crimes, Katie has been expelled from the Sunfang Pack and became a rogue. David hurried into my room with a letter in hand. “Miss Claire, this is Scott’s suicide note… Do you want to read it?” Everyone in the room fell silent and looked at me. Hoills frowned but did not do anything to stop David. He only looked at me silently and gave me a look that said that he would support me no matter what decision I made. I shook my head and felt nothing. “No need.” David nodded and left. Hoills then turned off the TV. I could see that he felt pity, but he was also proud of me.

I thought to myself, You know what I should be a responsible adult and watch the news. I flipped to the news where it was talking about a new book released by Koda Crown, 'such a beautiful name to a beautiful face' I thought to myself, and Koda Crown was indeed an amazing author, not so amazing that deserved all of the hype, such as being on the news with a new book, but enough to be a known writer and maybe have an article or 2 about him. All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books.

The candle flame wavered and abruptly winked out more than a yard away. Something trembled in the black church then, seemed to sigh almost, and a cold draft made its way through the darkness, scrabbling up the brickwork and over pews, twisting and convulsing up the aisle toward the doors. William Salt felt it pass but did not move; he remained stock-still with his arms crossed before him. Outside, the great lightning-struck oak rustled uneasily. 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 bloo