Bird Box Book Novels & Stories

Slipping my reading glasses over the bridge of my nose, I pull out the small stack of papers from the envelope and start to read them. By the time I reach the last page, my stomach is in knots and my entire body is shaking with fury. This has to be some kind of sick joke or a god-damn miracle. Fuck me… Removing my glasses, I toss them onto the desk as I recline back into my chair, and close my eyes as I rub the sides of my temples. The sound of my heart pounding against my ribcage drowns out everything around me. Birdene Black isn’t just some little girl Olivia and Jaxson adopted out of the kindness of their hearts.

I sighed in relief and turned around to the bookshelf, "I must be fast." I approached the books and began to read the text on them. "Let me help you a bit", the bird told me and then flew close to the books. "Among these books, there is a book named Heart of Crystals. Find that book, it will guide you." " Thanks for telling me that but it would be great if you had told me about how to solve these puzzles", I told it and continued solving the puzzle.

Never did she get the chance to feel the wind brushing through her hair, the sun on her skin, and the rain sliding down her body. Every time they returned home, her heart sank a little more. Her master's mansion, grand and opulent, was nothing more than a prison to her. Once the master was home, the bird tried to flee her cage. She planned her escapes meticulously, dreaming of the freedom that lay beyond those walls. But unfortunately, she was caught every time. Her master was always one step ahead, anticipating her every move. He was done chasing the bird and put her in a room with bars, never letting her out again. The room was luxurious, adorned with the finest silks and velvets, but it w

“This is the only way that I can convey these words to you. The cage was still rattling but the chains were too tight to even break. A bird can only sing its song of pain inside and be barely heard as it flapped its wings in its too small and cramped cage inside the room of the princess. There are times that the bird will try to escape but would always fail, the princess was good at keeping things and making them stay. She knows how to, she has the resources to do so. And yet, even though the cries of the bird were rather quiet, the others still heard its song and came to the rescue. However, they could only do so much when the princess was around. They must find a way. They must find a way

The inscription on the box read ‘ HN’ which is Viv’s brand name. I ripped through the ribbon holding the package together, barely able to contain my excitement. Only as I lifted the lid on the box, my excitement dropped several notches. A dead bird lay on the clothes, in a splatter of blood and gore. My name is written inside the box, in bright red. The bird is devoid of it's head, it's wings broken and entrails hanging out. . Whoever did this must have snapped it's neck and proceeded to slice it's gut open.

I thought he would say something about it but he didn't to my surprise. I quickly finished my dinner and went upstairs to escape from this awkward moment. When I came to the room, I headed straight to the bird's box. I opened the box and checked how the bird was. Since I asked Steve to feed it, I felt assured during my work. The bird was sleeping fine. “What do you have in there?” I turned to see Brian standing near the door. I asked him to come inside after closing the door. And he listened. Brian crouched beside me and looked into the box and asked me curiously while looking at the bird, “Is it your pet?”

The label read: Jason Reed- Personal & Confidential Jason’s assistant almost didn’t bring it up, but something about it felt… strange. Jason opened it in his office. Inside was an antique wooden box, its lid carved with intricate swirls and patterns. He felt the weight of it before he even lifted the latch. When he opened it, the air in the room seemed to shift. Inside, on a bed of velvet, lay a small wooden bird, polished smooth, its wings delicately carved. Bella’s breath caught the moment she saw it. “That’s… that’s George’s bird,” she whispered. Jason turned to her. “You’re sure?”

“I’m trapped here unless King Detry leaves.” What? Why? “So…How?” “My brother.” He walked to the wall and pulled out a gray wooden box. Retrieving some parchment and a black ash stick. He scribbled gently on the parchment and went back to the window. Twittering there made the red bird return to land on the sill. Shifting restlessly and lifting its feet as if waiting for him to hand over his note. He rolled it tight and handed it to the bird who quickly took off. Without turning from the window, he explained. “Aviari deals with many such things.”

“I came here alone to show you I mean you no harm. Whatever power you hold, I am not your enemy. Return with me to our stronghold where you can meet the rest of the Council.” “Er, can I ask something?” said Maurice. All heads turned towards him. “I measured the box here, and it’s clear the inside is a lot shorter than the outside. Is there a secret compartment?” “What?” exclaimed Bibler all flustered. “No. I mean, you must be mistaken.” “How does the box work?” I asked Bibler. “How do you make it fly?” Bibler produced a small box from the folds of his robe. “It is a complex mechanism. A trained pilot is required—”

| Brixton | "I forgive you, Brixton, for all of it. For the stalking, the secrets, the lying—all of it." When we make it back to the big tree, I wrap my little bird in my arms and push her back against the huge trunk, relieved to hear her say those simple little words.