Angry Birds Red X Silver Novels & Stories

“Really? You both couldn’t watch me suffer, but you could suggest that I be pulled out of the life support, huh?” His breathing was ragged now and the two women knew they were in trouble. The veins around his temple were popping out, and they feared that he could snap at them at any point. Regina was more angry at Xavier for ratting them out. He could have remained professional and kept his mouth shut, but no, he just had to talk. “Mr. Silver, you need to calm down. You are not looking good. I know you are angry, but it would do your recovery no good if you do not allow yourself to rest.” Xavier said and tried to direct him back to the bed.

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

"Open your eyes an fucking reject thay bitch." Beatrice and I could only watch as Silver closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "You betrayed me." He whispered with his eyes still closed. "You betrayed me." He repeated a few more times before he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to glare at Maxwell. Maxwell tensed under his brother's glare and so did I. The color of Silver's eyes changed and his wolf was about to rip out of him. I'd expected his wolf's presence. But what I did not expect is to see Silver's eyes turn, not golden, but Red.

‘So what he should do? Xavier furrowed his eyebrows as he was now getting too frustrated. He gripped the armrest tightly and started tilting his head while his face started turning red with anger. His veins were popping out of his neck. He clenched his fists to suppress his anger but all of a sudden... "URGGGG!!" Xavier banged his fists loudly on the table while glaring at the wall in front of him in anger. His eyes turned blood-red and his jaw got clenched. He was so pissed as he was feeling himself helpless.

or a grumpy cat who would scratch the sh*t out of you if you tried to take his favourite 'treat' away from him. Marilyn sighs at the stubborn 'cat' and cupped his face with her both hands , forcing him to look at her. Taking his attention . She squeezed his cheeks and pinched them gently, making him calm almost immediately. The power Marilyn has on Xavier is unbelievable... just one touch and the Angry bird is gone .... ''Stop glaring at him like this okay? " She said in her extra sweet voice which melted in Xavier's ears like honey... He subconsciously nodes his head as if he is under some magical spells..

The last silver is collecting the final hatchling in his front paws. “NOW!” I say to my soldiers. They drag the second harpoon launcher over the edge of the mountain. The silver turns and screams angrily at us before lifting into the air with the hatchling in his paws. “Hurry!” I yell as he begins flying away. When my soldiers are ready, I give the order. “Kill him!” They aim the harpoon at the silver who is flying quickly to get out of our line of fire. “NOW!” I scream. The harpoon launches, aimed at the silver.

I asked later on. "I howled to seek help. But for a second, I thought they are going to stop me but they didn't. It was like it was their plan. They needed me to howl because they want Lucien and the others to find me. And the moment Lucien came, they started attacking them. They used powdered wolfsbane to weaken them, then they started firing silver arrows. But what startled us what the gun they used. Its bullets were made of silver. But I have a strong feeling that those weapons are not wielded from here." "What do you mean?" I asked with confusion.

I sighed. “Why do you try to make me angry?” I asked, sitting up. “I figured only anger can make you unleash the power, and I think I am right; you noticed it, right?” she asked Silver. He sat on the floor, massaging my shoulders. “Yeah, she was quick and light on her feet,” he said. “I have always been a fast runner,” I said. “You were faster; your leg moved in a blur, and when you got angry, your eyes glowed gold; it seems it is your wolf,” he said.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.