Bird Oc Novels & Stories

Orion wept. Before Silas could answer, a fluttering titter of taps sounded on the window. Orion lifted his head from his wet hands and locked his gaze on the source. A small swallow was pecking at the glass in an urgent manner. He rose swiftly and opened the window for the small animal. The bird's feathers were unlike any he had seen before. They were midnight and white, arranged like a tuxedo beneath the night sky. Its beak shone navy blue, and its tail was elongated at the tips. The bird was larger than that of a common swallow, yet it was no bigger than Orion's hand.

However, it didn't take a long time before the pain subsided. "What on earth was this bird doing?" Bek exclaimed as he checked the bitten part. And just after the slight horror, he froze on where he was standing when the bird landed on his right shoulder. It was staring at the prick of blood on his palm. Fright took him when the liquid began floating in the air, moving closer towards the owl. His eyes were just following the drop of blood, curious of what's next to happen. Its blue eyes intensified like it could generate a lightning and the drop of blood went directly inside the tiny bell hanged around above the glossy feathers on its neck.

He bobbed his head like a real bird of prey to bring the figure into focus. He tapped Grace on the shoulder, “Hey Grace, I think we should get a move on.”

We quickly make our way to the wood craft tent. Barn owls have an angelic heart-shaped white face. The males are more ghostly with white bellies and white feathers streaking their wings falling from brown feathered epaulets. The females are more striking with white faces framed in a coppery red feather. Dappled brown and red body with a white belly splattered with copper red and brown feathers.

I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers. Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.

Dominic’s POV I woke up with the faint sound of tweeting. Though my eyes were still shut, I could still picture the creature responsible for that chirping. I couldn't mistake that unique sound for any other sound I heard back in the Royal Pack. I thought it was from the Midnight Nightingale, a tiny bluebird with a beautiful tweeting voice that could only find in this region of the continent and I was right. A pair of these ocean-blue birds dancing through my windowpane welcomed me as I slowly lifted my eyelids.

Greyson looks the other way while they do, giving them as much privacy as he can. A low screeching noise makes him turn. Chick is now a bright, almost iridescent blue bird, with a black head, a white stripe across their chest with an orange stomach. The undersides of their wings were black with white feathers in their armpits, or wing pits. He wasn’t sure of the correct term, but the bird stands around five feet tall, a bit shorter than Chick in their human form, but still incredibly impressive. They hop to the entrance and jump to fly off,

ACE. My Little Bird has remained silent during the drive home. Many times, I wanted to pull over and wrap my large arms around her body and whisper in her ear that everything would be okay and that I vow, our tomorrow is promised. But being out in the open, I couldn’t risk it for I don’t know how many, or worse, who it is that wants us dead. I know I have pissed off Theodore Drakos, The Serbs and for all I know, Olivia Black could be behind the hit.

He unwrapped it carefully, his hands moving with more deliberation than speed, and held out a small carved bird — not Gerald's carving, Adrian realized, recognizing the difference in style immediately, but something older, the wood gone dark and smooth with decades of handling. "This is a cedar waxwing," Victor said, turning it in the light so Noah could see the careful crest, the small red flecks marking the wingtips. "I had it before you were born. Before your father was born, if you want the truth of it. I think you should have it now." Noah took it in both hands, holding it the way he held things he understood, without needing to be told, mattered a great deal. "Did you know about the ey

Closing my eyes I begin to rest as everything around me becomes calm, until I cannot hear the sound of the rain upon the windows or the pain of my beating heart. The cold night comes to an end as the birds chirp at my window to which I rise and smile. I rarely see birds near Deimos's pack more rabbits than birds. The bird is beautifully painted with the brightest of colours and a sharp beak. "And is this my good morning call?" I ask myself as I smile at the bird. "Ah, I see Caroline woke you up." I hear Cronus's voice behind me as I swiftly turn and the bird flies inside and sits upon his shoulder. Cronus strokes her neck with his finger as she leans further into him.