Bird Fiction Novels & Stories

He could sense that the bird was not alone, and that there were other spirits around them, waiting to strike. Nathan and his guards stood there, swords drawn, ready to defend themselves against whatever evil spirits were lurking in the darkness. They knew that they were in for a long and dangerous night. As the bird lunged and screeched towards them, the guards waited for Nathan's command to charge. Nathan observed the bird closely, trying to identify any distinguishing features that might reveal its origin or intent. The bird appeared to be a large, wild raven, its black feathers ruffled by the wind. It continued to screech and flap its wings, as if trying to intimidate the group.

For Phoenix are the birds of fire, they hatch from fire. Toshani walked towards the hearth and kneeled beside it, peering into it. The egg cracked open and a golden chick, covered in soot walked out. "Well, hello there little one, how do you feel after being reborn?" The chick looked at her and gave a loud chirp. Toshani gently took the baby Phoenix in her hand and cradled it wondering if it remembered its previous life. Then laughed at herself, even if it did there was no way of finding that out. It could not talk.

The way she took water in her beak and flew away dropping some of it on ground it appeared (The bird tanya was seeing was she was very fond of and has watched her in her native country too ) as a pearl felling off her beak . The happy chirping of the birds as they flew away and their young ones chirruping filled up the whole forest as it came alive . She was in her own diaspora and completely unaware of her surroundings one of her habits while seeing the wonder of nature so subtle yet so majestic . Suddenly she heard a voice calling her name and she adjusted herself as her cheeks heated in embarrassment . Soon they engaged in a small conversation

"What…did you say?" "I had a hunch but Madaline confirmed it. Do you even know what a Divine Bird is?" "You better explain it to me properly." "Fine. A Divine Bird is one of the direct descendants of the goddess Nataroth and as such, they can control time and space. This is obvious in the way they cannot age or die. At some point in history, the Divine Birds became the Werephoenix and started to live like mortals. If the Divine Birds were ever killed, just like Destiny, time and space will be fixed in place. If this happens, then world order will be rewritten easily and magic may cease to exist completely."

I followed the voice and saw an old lady with grey hair standing next to a small house. Colt flew to this old lady and held her tightly. The old lady looked very satisfied and closed her eyes. "Mrs. Flynn! I was just thinking about you! How's the warbler I made for you? Do you like it?" Colt asked. "Yes, it functions well and sings beautifully for me at night, but there's a very tiny problem..." the old lady replied. As they were talking, a big iron bird with flapping wings and a razor-sharp peak and blade-like feathers, which was about three times the size of an average warbler, swooped at us.

She didn't want to point out the fact that she already knew traditions that weren't taught to her by her mentor or mother. Thankfully, Birchpelt didn't dwell on the topic. Birdflight let out a sigh of relief as she took her place near the edge of the clearing. She sat for a few seconds, though not without Spruceleaf reaching her in a few quick strides. Birdflight glanced at her thoughtfully, eyes widening when Spruceleaf offered a mouse from the barn. "It's a long night… some fresh-kill will help with that," she purred. Birdflight dipped her head in thanks and took a quick bite, relishing the fact that she was surrounded by friends and family. She glanced back at the sky as the sun began sin

Just as we were about to move, Eira suddenly spoke. “I might have a way to help,” she said. We all looked at her. “I can summon a Spirit Bird to guide us.” “It’s a small spirit creature formed from magic energy. It looks like a tiny warbler, but it can fly much higher and faster than a normal bird. If I send it ahead, it can watch the skies and warn us if the weather starts to change.” The idea caught everyone’s attention. Still, I couldn’t help feeling uneasy.. “Are you sure that little spirit bird will be alright?” I asked, glancing up at the sky. “The weather up here changes too fast. What if a snowstorm or hail suddenly rolls in? Will it be able to get away before things get bad?”

"Please, just let him go." She didn't have a gun. She didn't have a sword. She had a whistle. She put it to her lips and blew. SCREEEEEEEE. The sound was lost in the thunder for human ears. But high above, in the swirling vortex of the storm, the flock heard it. The Carrion Birds. Mutated by generations of chemical runoff and atmospheric toxins, these weren't normal vultures. They were aggressive, blind scavengers that hunted by sound and the scent of necrotic tissue. And right now, the roof of the Sterling Tower smelled like the biggest buffet in New York.

“Sir Gavin, why would you bring a dying bird to the castle? Wouldn’t it have been better to be left behind at your estate?” “The Firebird dying is the reason why I brought her to the castle. I thought it would be a spectacular show.” At our confused expressions, he explains, “The Firebird is known in some places as the phoenix. It dies and resurrects in a gust of flames. There’s nothing like it in this world.” I stare more curiously at the bird. “It can come back to life?” Gavin nods. “Some cultures believe that the Firebird can live on forever if she chooses to. Like vampires.”

If the Serbs didn’t take my Birdene, then who did? And if Flynn Black didn’t poach the Serbs, then who the fuck did? Who the fuck was Alana feeding false information to as well? Either way, I won't rest until I find my Little Bird, and I will burn every empire to the ground if I need to. I will paint the world a sinister shade of blood-red with the bodies that will drop like fucking flies.