Bird Villain Novels & Stories

Birdie fidgeted with her hands shyly and said, "I'm not that good at languages. But I'm great at biology and chemistry. I always score full marks!" Vincent felt the corner of his mouth twitch. There was no surprise there. After all, she could even make her own bombs! Vincent spoke in a serious tone, "Birdie, you shouldn't carry bombs with you in the future. It's too dangerous. What if you accidentally hurt yourself?" Birdie replied with a pout, "But what if you get bullied? I'll have to help you get revenge." Vincent was deeply touched. He straightened his back and patted his chest.

"Yоu dоn't bеlong tо this wоrld. Yоu're. innосent. Gеnuinе. Yоu dоn't hаve аn аngle оr а hiddеn motive. Thаt's rаre fоr mе." I аm tаken аbаck by his wоrds аnd cаn feel а wаrmth rising intо my chееks. I fiddle with my hаnds, unsurе оf whаt tо sаy. After а pаuse, I stееl mysеlf tо аsk thе question thаt hаs been niggling аt mе аll аlong. "Why dоn't yоu just leаve thе mаfiа? If it's sо dаngerous аnd full оf betrаyаl, why nоt wаlk аwаy?"

By the time her peripheral vision detected the movement, there was no time for her to react, no time to summon her magic to defend herself. That was not the case for Ralin, however. His volkaane reflexes were far superior to any human, wizard or not. He leaped up and snatched the thing out of the air with two hands before it could strike his mother. When he landed, he was holding a jet black bird firmly in his grip. The creature’s wings beat furiously against Ralin’s forearms in a futile attempt to break free from his grasp. “A crow,” Dominic said. His expression darkened. “In the past, they have been called harbingers of death.”

But now that William said that, the birdman felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Birdman glared at William and, for some reason, looking at William made him feel disgusted. Birdman snorted coldly, took out an ordinary herb that wasn't too precious, and gave it to the young bear as a reward. "Don't believe William's words. You'll be deceived in a little while, two honest bears." After Birdman finished speaking, Birdman didn't want to stay here anymore and didn't care about William's unsightly face. He turned into his true form as a giant bird with long red wings, half of which covered the bulging holster, took the hail, and flew away to the werewolf tribe.

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

“Arachnophobia?” Preston groaned and struggled to get up, but Jeff kept him pinned with his weight, raising his claws overhead. “So, thank you, Preston!” He wanted to see the boy’s skull hollowed out. “Thank you for making me the monster I am today, you fucking animal!” Lightning flashed over the horizon. Preston shut his eyes and turned his head. Jeff drilled down with force, but before he pierced the temple, he froze. ‘Every animal deserves a chance to live.’ Aarav’s comment hit him like a kick to the head. He held back his claw. What am I doing?

Rue’s arm had blackened along the lines of his vein whilst the blood had oozed like ink… “What is a fly without wings? A walk.” He said the childhood joke darkly. “What is a dragon with only one wing?” “You need the anti-venom,” I interrupted. “Why did you not say something sooner, Rue? Why let it go this far?” Aien had returned and I felt his breath across my neck as he leaned over to see the wound. “Shit,” he whispered. “I can fix this,” I said with a confidence I did not feel. “Describe the creature to me, Rue. Was it a spider, or like that thing in Nerith… Or the thing here with the stinging tail?”

Vlad said, his voice raw and full of profound solemnity, reaching into the inner pocket of his dark suit jacket. His slow, deliberate movements added to the intense suspense. He produced a tiny, finely carved wooden bird. Not the stylized owl or the bird from "La Paloma," but a third, even more unusual carving: a falcon with folded wings, keen eyes, and a posture of silent watchfulness. With his dark eyes full of an unadulterated, unspoken emotion, he held it out to Violet while keeping his eyes on hers.

or a grumpy cat who would scratch the sh*t out of you if you tried to take his favourite 'treat' away from him. Marilyn sighs at the stubborn 'cat' and cupped his face with her both hands , forcing him to look at her. Taking his attention . She squeezed his cheeks and pinched them gently, making him calm almost immediately. The power Marilyn has on Xavier is unbelievable... just one touch and the Angry bird is gone .... ''Stop glaring at him like this okay? " She said in her extra sweet voice which melted in Xavier's ears like honey... He subconsciously nodes his head as if he is under some magical spells..

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.