Angry Birds Movie White Bird Novels & Stories

He immediately went on the offensive, wasting no time to use his skills. "Star flicker, extreme burst" "1st move" "2nd move" "3rd move!" The sweet sound of the stones whizzing through the air, lost out to the sorrowful cries of the crows. Amongst the three creatures, the sole survivor was the level 2 bird, which had fallen down, along with its comrades. Unlike the dead crows, its slightly faster speed caused the stone to miss its skull and strike its breast instead. The redness in its eyes expressed its anger at the one who shot it down. Looking at the struggling bird, Mane sighed as he prepared to cancel the simulation.

Beth gathered her things and left. "Anyone else want to follow?" Mr. White asked. When no one made a move to leave, he nodded and took out the cage that held a dozen and half frogs. I didn't realize I was doing it until Tasha bumped her shoulder with mine. "Why are you staring at Aaron like that?" "Huh?" "You are staring at Aaron as if he is the last piece of meat." I shook my head. "No, I was just thinking about something." "Ok, well, we better get to cutting this frog open, so Mr. White doesn't flunk us."

A flock of birds approached them. The sky that had been clear was slowly turning dark. Something clustered in the sunlight–and Heath felt he could smell someone familiar. As the swarm approached, he could clearly see that it was a swarm of white doves. Hundreds, maybe thousands of them in the sky, made a huge platform to lift someone above them. “Artificial Spirits?” muttered Heath, rising from his seat.

The weather has turned to threaten; rain thrashes down and mist crumples around the entire view and hard stone steps lead downwards. The lone and huge white eagle cruises drew away from them in low from behind, interesting and elegant. After sending them ducking, it settles on a column and swirls its head back in a mewing statement of hostility yet warming Anna's heart. The white eagles stared at her like it knew her and recognized her, it seemed to scream out of warning, telling her something from beyond.

I wanted her to be just a girl again, but the world wouldn't let her. Suddenly, a shadow crossed the sun. I looked up, my hand over my eyes. It was a bird. A large hawk was circling the compound. It wasn't a mountain hawk. This bird was white as snow, and it flew like it had a purpose. The hawk spiraled down, its wings making a whistling sound in the air. It didn't land on a tree. It flew straight for the porch of the library and landed on the wooden railing. "Jax, get the others," I barked. "Now."

A yellow bird flew around my head. "I'll kill you all! What is this annoying thing talking about? Are we losing our wolves?" "In time, yes, some may already have. Now release my brother." The yellow bird demanded. "I think he would make a good snack." I licked my lips at the blue bird and his eyes widened in fear. I slowly moved his little head to my mouth when I felt a burning on my ass. "Fucking shit!" I jumped back, dropping the blue bird and patted my burning skin. That little golden fucker was back and shot a fireball at me.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

Lacey's POV: I have been at the beautiful pond for about an hour. While I am laying down by the pond enjoying the peace and quiet, all of a sudden my senses are alerted when I hear a twig snap in the woods around me. I look around but see nothing but something is telling me someone is watching me, I decide its better for me to head back to the pack house. it's rare to see a white wolf and I don't need any extra attention, it's bad enough I am the pack slave, everyone thinks I'm an omega low level wolf, everyone thinks I am trash, but nobody knows I'm of the Alpha blood line. my birthday is in a week, and I plan on leaving when I turn 18, and nobody can stop me.

I gathered more energy to take them out one by one. “Stand down!” Their leader in the cowboy hat stalked through the door, gazing at the scene. “This is what happens when you disrespect the white wolf. She is a gift. We are winning our war because of her powers. The scales are finally tipped in our favor...” What? The energy moved out of me into a storm—a small storm with gale-force winds that knocked the hunters into one another. The leader knelt in front of my cage, mumbling some prayer. Others followed his lead. These men were getting crazier and crazier.

Nothing more could be worse as all of humanity would have to be subject to this evil. "Don't do this to me, Claire," White said. "Don't leave me." "You beg me, but you don't really feel it," Claire said. "You just say all that from the words you remember." White tried to cry, but no stream of tears would rush down. She was right, he knew. He loved her for it, and for this, he wanted to destroy her again. He was looking at her, not knowing he was displaying emotions of anger. Well, how could he know? To him, he was just looking at her.