The Little Crow Novels & Stories

He couldn’t escape. A crow. Unafraid, it hopped on the hot surface of the pickup. Its clawed feet scratched at the paint, small head twisting from side to side, curious and hungry. “Shoo,” Michael hissed. “Bugger off.” The bird would not move. Piss hammered metal, louder than he would have liked. I’m gonna jump down there and eat your pecker, he imagined the crow saying. I’m gonna grab it in my beak and tear it right off!

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

The drone project Gabe submitted to win that award—its core architecture, its original concept, the most difficult algorithms and lines of code—every part of it was the result of my team's blood and sweat. And now, it had been handed over to someone else. Seeing that I wouldn't budge, Carrie's face darkened. Gabe wore a look of guilt. "Sorry, Cole. I'll give the award back to you." "No need!" Carrie let out a cold snort. "Am I the boss or is he the boss? Who does he think he is, throwing a tantrum in front of me? "Gabe, what's yours is yours. Let's go!" She grabbed his hand and stormed out, slamming the door so hard it shook the walls.

A peircing femine howl rang through the market bringing all the villagers in my pack to a dead stop. I nearly dropped the dead rabbit I was bartering for to provide my family with dinner tonight. All eyes were fixed on the lady standing in the middle of the market square. Her red hair indicated that she was a red wolf and her modest coral colored dress that went to her mid-thigh with gold trimmings and a high collar indicated that she was a royal messanger. Once she was satisfied that she had everyone's attention she began.

This time, I didn't chase him, didn't clutch at his sleeve, didn't sob and beg him to stay. I just stood there, staring after him, until his footsteps grew fainter. The sting in my nose began to spread, sharp, hot, and unrelenting. The photos had only just been developed, and already they lay in shreds. But the face on them was already carved into my memory. So this was Winnie Leigh. She was beautiful. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from breaking into sobs, but the tears spilled anyway, rolling down my hand like beads from a broken necklace.

And Naomi's voice came sharp and wrong in Malik's ear, loud enough that I, pressed to his chest, heard the tin of it: "He's running, north dock, Crowe's got a car, he's rabbiting," Malik's head came up. I felt the war go through him in a single second, the man who wanted to rise off this floor and chase Isaiah Crowe into the dark and end the whole thing forever, against the man who would not for one instant more leave my side. His arm tightened around me like an oath. His eyes cut toward the north dock, toward the escaping thing he'd wanted for six weeks, toward the sunrise a murderer was driving toward. And Little J, twenty-six years old, who'd checked his loads with hands that would not le

Normally, he avoided those creatures at all costs, especially crows, because, while they were good enough to hunt and carry off unsuspecting prey, there was nothing pleasant about their presence in his house. Their screeching voices and shrill cries haunted him every single night when he woke up. He always pretended that he didn’t hear anything. But this crow…it was different. There was no denying that it was watching him as he approached it. He watched it cautiously for several moments, his gaze fixated on it. He tried to figure out what it wanted. He studied it carefully and waited patiently for it to speak, hoping to discover a clue about its intentions. But, apart from looking at him wit

Lorah asked to which i just hummed " Well get yourself use to it because i just don't shut up" Well looks like it's time to go. "is there a place where i can be all alone?" Lorah rolled her eyes before saying "you really are no fun" i am okay not being FUN sighing in defeat she replied "There is a small garden near by the campus lake. " "Thank you" i said and quickly grabbed my guitar before rushing out it didn't took me long to find the garden. it was beautiful and peaceful

Hugging Maya affectionately, Mirella whispered: “Okay, everything will be fine. I will support you whatever your decision.” The two did not notice the silent presence of a crow outside the window. The black bird, with its shrewd eyes, watched intently every word exchanged between mother and daughter, capturing the essence of the emotions and doubts that permeated the room. The crow, with its intelligence and insight, was a silent observer that transmitted everything it saw and heard directly to a room in the hospital. While mother and daughter shared this moment of understanding and support, the crow, mysteriously entangled in supernatural designs, continued its silent vigil, as if it were a

“You’re close, aren't you? If I dipped my hand down there, I just know I’d find you soaked.” More moans spilled from my lips, shameful and sweet. “Do you want me to make you cum?” I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to beg him for it. The orgasm was approaching like a freight train, and I knew it would be earth-shattering. And then his words struck me. ‘Little Hunter’. The fog snapped. I shoved off him with a burst of hysterical strength, my heart stuttering as I spun around to face the male who’d almost brought me to climax.