Bird Fiction Novels & Stories

Looking up, she spotted a black bird flying in the direction of her home. The cawing echoed through the woods, piercing through the silence like a knife. Its sound was both eerie and comforting, as if the bird was guiding Miranda on her journey home. The cawing was not continuous, but intermittent, almost as if the bird was speaking in a language Miranda couldn't understand. Its voice was rough and hoarse, yet had a strange melody to it.

The flock of birds flying in formation, in addition to the regularly developing stench of blood, induced Raven to emerge as aware of a sure lifestyle. A vampire turned into here. Using birds in place of bats which had been synonymous with vampires, is regarded as much less surreal. If they had been capable of manipulating birds on the road like this, possibly maximum vampires might choose this kind of bird. "Get away!!" Raven swung his college bag to disperse the birds. They immediately scattered, leaving Raven's view. But the sight induced him to despair. A reeking stench of blood. The streetlight turned into like a spotlight, making Laura's discern stand proud of the darkness.

Just before closing them, she thought she saw a flash of golden light passing by, landing on Liam's hand. Before she could think further, Liam's voice echoed again. "Now, recall the sensations from practicing the Bird Dance of the Five Animal Play." Bluebird instinctively cleared her mind. Perhaps it was related to the medicinal bath, but even without practicing the technique, she quickly entered a profound state. Bluebird felt as if she were enveloped by a furnace, with waves of fire surrounding her. The flames, though intense, did not harm her. Instead, they continuously seeped into her body, bringing her strength with each influx.

"Hello little friend. I need your help. I need you to convey a message to all the animals. Lucifer is getting ready to attack and we need to track his movements. He will surely expect us to be following him but never will he suspect that the birds of the sky all the animals of the land would be keeping an ey on him." Summer pauses a while and looks at the robin bird. The little bird starts chirping excitedly and both Summer and Michael keep noding. Well, only they can understand animal language. The chirping continues and the little bird flaps its wings and flies away. "Well, the Robin bird will be back shortly. It has to convey the message to their superiors. We just have to wait a while."

Dev mockingly said, "Birds of same feathers..." Ivan joined to add some line in the sentence for his friends, "...flocks together..." Dev continued the sentence, "...And when they flock together..." Ivan completed the sentence, "...they fly so high..." Dev finished his conversation, “The perfect day for crispy roasting of ravens.”

Her silvery voice feels like it softly caresses them, and the sound is as beautiful as the woman herself. The bird takes off from the low hanging branch and flies straight into the hollow sphere around her. As the bird passes the surface, it wobbles slightly as a shimmer of all the colors of the rainbow spreads across the thin film. Rana extends her hand so the bird can land on one finger and she pats it gently on the head. "My bird's name is Siberia, because she's a Siberian Jay, she giggles amused by her own creativity. Siberia has been my companion for millennia." The Mistress of the forest looks up at Indra and studies her with interest. "Why have you taken possession of my Siberia?"

I said. "I'm not. The birds are trying to tell me something" He said and I raised a brow. I moved closer to the window. Only then did I see the three beautiful birds, chirping. They were going in circles in the air. "You can hear them?" I asked, awed. He nodded. "I'm a faerie, Dev. Most fairies have the ability to communicate with certain animals. We are connected to nature"

Lucy… I smelled her too. It was at that point I stared at a bird and realized I could make out every specific, distinct feather on it as it flew. The wind vibrated the feathers a little, and there was a beautiful iridescent to its ebon coloring as it flew in the sun. It was a corvid, I realized. I could even see the bumps around its eyes before it flew out of my range. The issue was, the bird was at least two hundred feet above me. Having a vision like that was impossible for me.

She followed his eyes to the line of birds migrating above. She studied him again. His lips curved lightly now, eyes squinted, gaze softened like the birds whispered something he inexplicably understood. “I do wish I was a bird,” he muttered, releasing a rustled laugh. “Some people are born with wings but never leave the ground. Birds are the only creatures that can fly wherever they want without needing a physical wings to guide them.” Isla looked at the birds again, her brows knitting as she tried to unlock meaning from the metaphor.

"It lit up." "Yes. It lit up." She turned her own small hand, warm with her own body heat, over and placed it palm up, resting it quietly in his palm. He didn't close his hand around it, just let it rest there. Her palm was warm. His was cool. Outside the window, in the pine forest, a Snowfeather bird with wings so translucent they seemed nearly invisible alighted on the highest pine crown. It ruffled its feathers, tilted its head back, and let out a thin, high cry, like the first crack forming on a sheet of ice.