Bird Related Nyt Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I could’ve stayed there all day, tangled and twisted with him. Out of nowhere a loud thunking sound and then a crack drew us apart from one another, sent my already racing heart into overdrive for a different reason altogether. Both of us stared in astounded shock as a large black bird slid slowly down the windshield, leaving a smear of crimson blood along the crack in the glass. “Is that… a crow?” I gasped, unable to believe my eyes. “No,” Ben said, his voice much more steady than mine. “It’s a raven.”

Rin’s skin crawled. Rhea’s voice cut through from the center of camp. “Rowan’s hawk,” she called. “Incoming.” Rin looked up. Sure enough, a dark shape cut through the grey sky—a hawk with something small and glowing tied to one leg, wings beating steady and sure despite the damp air. It circled once, then spiraled down, landing on a low branch near Rhea’s shoulder. Rhea held out her arm; the hawk hopped onto it, talons careful on leather. A small, smooth stone, no bigger than Rin’s thumb, glowed faintly blue, tied to the bird’s leg with twine.

“This is my secret space.” I close my eyes to take in the smell of the trees and pollen emanating from the flowers. The birds are chirping on the trees, and when I take a closer look, I notice that one of the bird is wearing a knitted scarf. “It was born without feathers, and poor thing went through so many treatments for survival.” She looks at the bird that I’m staring at. I beam, and then my eyes suddenly catch a glimpse of a movement. The rabbit hops closer to me, my lips curl up when I notice two more cottontails next to its original tail, forming a triangle.

He questioned for the umpteenth time that morning. He went to leave but felt something beneath his right foot, something life-like. He lifted a booted foot, revealing a bird laying on it's back , its talon remained intact but it's beak was missing the tip. It's tawny brown wings –matching its feathers from its head to it's belly– were bent backwards, taking its ability to fly. It's russet brown tail was cut off, the proximal part still attached to its russet brown fur which, just like the region from its belly to its hind leg, was similar to that of a lion. A note was pinned with an arrow to it's belly, the spot on the note where the arrow pierced bloodied. YOU KNEW THE RULES, it read.

by holding her earring I slept unknowingly meanwhile the birds in tree opposite to rishi's balcony bird 2 : hey why you are crying bird 1 : didn't you see that demon is having tears in his eyes and crying how painful it is bird 2 : do you think he loves her bird 1 : yeah bird 2 : I want to see that angel bird 1 : let's go I will show you bird 2 : okay bird 1 : she is the one bird 2 : wahh she is so pretty

The silence that followed the destruction of the Hive was deceptive. While the pack labored to scrub the green bile from the stone floors of the manor, Rhea found herself haunted by the memory of the hawk she had seen circling the ramparts. Its feathers hadn't been brown or black, but the exact shade of arterial spray.

~Night in the North~ The band of the night anti-supernatural creatures were all set out all on standby against the time the enemy steps forth unaware of their secret formation and intentions. They are all following the lead of Raven. "Kai, can you hear me now?" Raven asked tapping the piece plugged to her ear. "Yes Raven. Very clear" "I'm with Delilah. Check with Archie and the rest. Any time from now, we might spot something fishy around. I think they are probably thinking of setting a trap for us tonight"

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

“Who’s there?” Everywhere was silent. The sound stopped. I held Ruby close, waiting, but nothing moved again. Slowly, everywhere went quiet again, the only sound I could hear was her breathing. I told myself it was probably just an animal. That was all. But when we entered another corner, I froze. There, on the stone bench under the roses, there was a bird. A dove. Dead. Its small body was pinned to the bench by a dagger. The white feathers were stained with blood.