Arabian Nights Mythical Bird Novels & Stories

Surely? As quietly as she could she hurried out of her chambers and down the stairs to the courtyard, stories of the Lightning Bird swirling in her head. Half-man, half-bird, the Lightning Bird was a portent of chaos, of unravelling. It was a myth in a city of a thousand myths. One that old people told to young as a warning or a blessing. Voices coming from a darkened corner of the courtyard stopped her. They were low but the tension was unmistakable. Ilyria stopped, distracted from her pursuit and pressed back into an alcove near the door she had just exited.

said the pale child. “It’s a kid!” Johan was finally able to say. “Where did the bird go?” “She is the bird,” Dorin tried to explain. “She’s a caladrius – a bird with healing powers,“ he turned back to Azra. “Have you seen Seb’s glasses?” he asked the child.

But just as she was about to reach the radiant light, a sudden, brighter light caught the corner of her eye. She gazed towards the blinding light, her eyes struggling to adjust to its intense brilliance. Through squinted eyes, she finally discerned a formidable presence. It was a bird, unlike any she had ever seen before. This majestic creature resembled an eagle in size, adorned with vibrant scarlet and gold plumage that blazed as fiercely as the sun in all its glory. Visenya couldn't resist being drawn towards it, as its warmth enveloped her like a comforting blanket of belonging and hope. The wolf called out to her, urging her not to return and enticing her with the promise of eternal com

Carthae looked at Rabi who is smiling towards him, “Nice to meet you again, Rabi.” Rabi bowed and greeted the carthae like an old friend. “These humans here have something to ask you.” “And what would that be?” asked the bird. “About our friend.” Replied Alex. The bird listened eagerly. “We’re asking if he was still alive.” Alex added. The bird nodded and moved backwards, opened its wings where it expanded so greatly it almost covered all of them. Its wings flapped and it soar above them where it was divided again into an almost-transparent figures.

To be honest it was a sight to behold. "It is a Phoenix. The bird is called Phoenix and according to the books. I read it is believed to guide someone of great strength and destiny to accomplish their purpose. It is believed that anyone whom it follows becomes a legend," I said with a smile. For the first time, I felt like I knew something he didn’t. "Your life must have been boring for you to memorize such a useless belief. This is the twenty-first century. Those things are mere superstitions," Noah said and I felt my bubble of joy deflate.

The detail in those feathers is exquisite, every line sharp and sure. I glance back at the walls. Most of the animals she has up are wolves, which makes sense, I guess. But none of them appeal to me. Nothing I want inked into my skin permanently. I do another slow circuit of the room, scanning for anything I might have missed, but it is the same. The only piece that keeps catching my eye is the bird. Sage must notice, because from my spot by the far wall she says, “It’s a phoenix. The phoenix dies and is reborn from the ashes. It symbolises rebirth, strength and transformation.”

"Dorian? Is that who you mean?" The raven bobbed its head in what looked like a nod. "He makes magic with the witch. Drawing you to him. Sacrifice under blood moon." Amara's stomach turned to ice. The dreams she'd had last night—of fire and pain and someone calling her name—hadn't been just dreams. "How do you know this?" she asked. The bird turned its head at an impossible angle. "I see much from above. The Mother watches too. She comes from the east. The brother leads her army."

At the moment it split, a golden bird emerged with a sharp, melodious cry. “It’s a Phoenix! This is the true Phoenix!” Ignis exclaimed with excitement. His words caught everyone’s attention. As the Phoenix was the king of birds, all must bow before it. Except for Ignis, Lucian, and myself, everyone else knelt in unison, chanting, “Welcome, Your Majesty!” The cheers grew louder and more enthusiastic. My little Phoenix fluttered around the room for a few moments before gently landing in front of me. When it settled into my arms, it transformed into a human-shaped infant. Feeling my warmth, it yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

Remmy's POV "And you're sure what you're saying is accurate? Because if you're in any way mistaken—" "I know what I heard, Sarathiel!" My eldest sister, still swaddled in the light of her Grace and tethered to the Host, frowned at my gruffness. As an Archangel, Sarathiel's wings were that of a bird of prey, specifically, that of the Eurasian eagle-owl, dressed in bold russet stripes like layers in sandstone. She kept them pressed close to her shoulders, disguising them as a fantastical shawl around her wide shoulders. Her dreadlocks swayed in the wintery breeze, and she tucked an errant lock behind a pierced ear.

Arabella whispered, her voice quivering. To her astonishment, she observed the metal bars starting to dissolve as she clutched them with her hands. With caution, she eased herself out of the cage, an overwhelming warmth coursing through her veins. The heat within her intensified, her gaze drawn inexorably to the flames dancing around her. Then, as if by some enchantment, the fires surged forth with intensity, as if the ancient power of the Phoenix spirit had ignited within her. Turning slowly, Arabella fixed her eyes on the two majestic wings—flaming red and shimmering gold. Her heart raced as the realization struck her: she possessed the ability to manifest wings, just like Orga.