Ari Bird Novels & Stories

It was no wonder he felt so confident. But she had changed. Looking at the two of them only filled her with disgust. As for running back to him? That would never happen. That evening, Zayden knocked on her door again. Sienna did not want to answer it, but he just would not stop. Annoyed, she finally opened the door. Zayden handed her an invitation. “There’s an airshow in Sea City tonight. Want to go?” “No.” “But your favorite pilot will be there. They say it’s the only time he’s visiting. Are you sure you want to miss it?”

I looked at the pup’s name tag and cringed. Does she not realize that her dog is a French Bulldog and not an English Bulldog? Somebody needs to pray for that child, and it won't be me.

She looked down, watching as my energy merged with hers. The bird let out a soft, almost astonished chirp as its wing straightened. Its heartbeat steadied, and it blinked up at us like it couldn't believe it was still alive. Neither could I. Arya smiled faintly, lifting her hands and the bird fluttered its wings, soaring into the morning sky. This moment should have brought us nothing but serenity. But then I saw it. As Arya straightened, moving her hair over her shoulder, I caught a glimpse of something on the back of her neck.

Shantel mocked but gained a surprise slap from Aria as we stood up at once. " I said warn your bird." Aria said as Martha's irisis shone brightly. " I'm not scared of your eyes. Most crazy birds in Africa possessed that. You're just a stupid witch and I know and I'm not scared of you. I have seen your type and where I come from, they fly at night. So I don't give a fuck if you fly in the morning, noon and night bitch you suck. You'll always be a loser and will remain one." Aria muttered as Martha turned pale.

Mashing them, breaking them in small pieces, I went towards the door, but I could step out he stopped me in between. "Where are you heading, what are you doing, can't you see raining, if you are going back to room next to then it's ok, otherwise stay here no need to go." He said sitting at his work table, with his face hidden behind the laptop. "I am going to feed the birds." "Birds" he gave a expression as if first time he has ever listened to this animal. "Bird creature with a streamlined body, two wings, can fly, found in various colours, they make chirping sound, have a beak, .." I was continuing my explanation to my alien Mr Rude, but he stopped me in between of the explanation.

“I’m sorry, but you look so much like my Aunt Claire, it’s unfathomable.” Heat creeps up the back of my neck, then shamelessly disperses across my cheeks. My brows lift as the sound of silence plays in the background once more. “You’re staring, again,” I mutter. “Shoot.” She exhales, unaware she is doing it again. “Forgive me. My name is Andrea, I’m Nathanials’ wife.” “It's a pleasure to meet you, Andrea. I’m Birdene.” Her eyes slightly narrow, “Birdene? Why does the name sound familiar?”

"I think you've got the wrong person. My name is Aria Carver. I'm just an ordinary human." The white tiger stared in shock, its eyes nearly bulging. It leaped into the air, landing beside the Vermilion Bird in disbelief. "Have you lost your mind?" it roared. "She's just a mortal! How could she possibly be our master?" The Vermilion Bird slowly lifted its head. Anger burned in its ruby-red eyes. Without warning, it swung its wing. The white tiger skidded several feet back, barely regaining its footing. Clutching its stinging cheek, it stared at the Vermillion Bird in disbelief. "H-How dare you hit me?"

“Aviici Raptors. Beautiful birds. Also, highly territorial, aggressive, and predatory. They migrate, so every swarm technically owns two patches of land. And they’ll fight fiercely against other swarms for more. “We’ve even developed a more domestic breed - you’ll see them flying around sometimes. Still vicious creatures, but more agreeable than its wilder, more violent cousins.”

he whispered in her ear. “No.,” she said. “Princess let him out of the cage.” he whispered again. “No. He will serve as a reminder to the other angels that you can not threaten me, or you, and get away with it. Not anymore Mitsuhide.” she said softly. “Think of him as a pet.” “I have never wanted an angel to be a pet. Your flower fox is more of a pet Princess.” he chuckled. “I don’t want an angel for a pet either, but he will do, for now.” she said as she lifted the cage in the air and moved it closer to their doorway. “That will be your new home.”

Aranjo got up from her seat and was very happy to see that the little bird had recovered. The little power of the Emperor certainly exerted a very strong influence. Not many were lucky enough to have the opportunity to receive the magic power of the Emperor. After several flights around Aranjo, the little bird flew to the emperor, as if to say thank you. "Make sure you return the girl's kind favor!" the Emperor said as the little bird flew in front of him. The little bird flew around the Emperor and then flew away leaving them. Griffin, that's what the little bird was called. Eagle bird with lion body which is a spirit animal living in the fog forest.