The Little Crow Novels & Stories

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

"I'm telling you this because you deserve to know that whatever is coming is something he has been waiting for since before you were born. And that changes what it means." Before Lena could respond, there was a sound from the corridor outside — not quite a knock, but the particular dry fluttering of wings against stone. Mira went to the outer door and opened it. A crow sat on the corridor's window ledge: large, ink-black, with eyes that were amber rather than the usual dark. Tied to its leg, a small rolled paper. Mira untied it, read it, and went very still. "What does it say?" Lena asked.

The pack grounds glowed faintly in the moonlight, guards pacing, wolves patrolling, life moving as if nothing had changed. But something had. On the distant watchtower, a crow sat perched, its feathers black as midnight. Its head tilted toward me, eyes glinting like tiny embers. A whisper brushed the edge of my mind, faint and sharp as a blade dragged across stone. The silence cracked, just for a moment.

The black crow cawed urgently, landing on Ulysses's shoulder. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, this is my little pet, Phoebe," Ulysses reached out to gently stroke the sleek, shining feathers of the crow, which closed its eyes and nuzzled Ulysses's fingers affectionately. "Isn't she adorable?" Ulysses beamed proudly, showing off the crow in his hand. I looked at the crow with its jet-black eyes, sharp beak, slender claws, and unusual, unsettling movements. I forced a smile and nodded slowly, saying each word carefully, "Yes, very adorable."

"Is this the end?" Kaelor stood up. He pulled me against him, his arms a familiar, solid weight. "No," he said. He pointed toward the edge of the porch. A single, black-eyed crow was sitting on the railing. It had three eyes. "It's just the beginning," the crow said. The baby kicked again. I looked at Kaelor. His eyes were gold. Mine were silver. In the distance, the first scream of a newborn child echoed across the field of eternal jasmine.

* Gran’s stories whispered of the crossroads spirit, but this thing’s gaze burned—hungry, impatient. “Move!” Louise lunged, but the crow cawed again, the sound warping like a warped vinyl record. The crow tilted its head, red eyes bleeding into molten gold—warm as the peppermint gum Dad always tucked behind my ear. Louise froze, the whip slipping from her grip. “Li pa pou ou,” the bird croaked—“She’s not yours.” Louise lunged, her scream raw as a rusted hinge. “Mwen se manman li!” (“I’m her mother!”)

Are you okay? "I think I sprained my ankle when we were falling." Kai swooped Anna off her feet and carried her in bridal style. He began to take careful steps forward until they stepped into the light. He looked around the strange place they were in. There were fire torches hanged at every corner of the room and the room was occupied with a old and dusty shelf containing only a book, a wooden table, a stool and a bed. Everywhere was dirty and full of cobwebs. "What is this place?" Anna asked as she looked around. Kai walked to the stood and placed Anna down carefully. Anna raised her sprained ankle up and held Kai for support. Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it.

His eyes are wide and he looks at a loss for words, like he can't believe what just happened. The crow caws again, and I spin around, waiting for another attack. Todd steps in front of me. The crow studies us with a black, beady eye. He hops to the edge of the table, opens his beak, and caws shrilly again. Todd lobs the book across the room. The book clips the crow, and it takes to the air, flying back into the bathroom and out an open window, disappearing into the night.

No one seemed to notice that through the shattered door, a pile of snow had appeared at the doorstep. In all that noise, suddenly, the cage moved. A strong blow of wind made it through the door and blew off the tissue covering the cage. The crow, which was supposed to be dead, stood on its two legs. It spread its wings, trying to catch the wind. It seemed to be ignoring everybody else. What’s more, there was no trace of vomiting. Only one red stain, probably Bianca’s blood, was left on one of the golden bars. “HIP, HIP!”

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa