Bird Villain Novels & Stories

I asked, shoving the knife closer to Boy Blue's throat. "I don't know!" Big Bird said, shaking. "I didn't get a good look at him." "Right!" I asked, grabbing a hunk of his friend's cobalt blue hair, shoving the knife closer to his throat. "Okay, okay! He wore a power suit, had dark hair, and an earring!" Big Bird sang. "Is there anything else you can tell me about him?" I asked, waiting. "He's a vamp!" Big Bird yelled, his eyes wide. Boy Blue said nothing.

I say as I lick it all off. “Will you just finish already, Lil’ Dick!” My friend is getting grumpy as he growls at me. I take a step back, “How about you count these, Master Jude.” I annunciate his title as I walk back to my spot behind him. His ass is marked beautifully, and once again my cock stirs. I lift the bullwhip and begin, trying to take my mind off the fact that my cock just hardened by looking at my best friend’s ass. I’m hoping it’s just a Dom thing, seeing the markings of my work on another, because I know that I am not attracted to men. I mean, yeah, Jude is a good-looking guy, I guess. The women seem to fall at his feet. He’s taller than me by about two inches and is built lik

a reason to keep fighting, even in the face of overwhelming odds. And with that thought in my mind, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to rest. For the first time in weeks, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. And I knew that, no matter what happened next, I was ready. As I lay on the cold, hard floor, a sharp cry pierced through the silence. It was a bird, but not just any bird. It was a bird that was said to help those in need. Intrigued by this notion, I followed the sound, my curiosity guiding my steps.

I thought I was just dizzy from blood loss, but nah – I caused another slaughter, and I’m about to throw. The faint flutter of wings causes me to swallow it back, jerk my eyes off Chrissy Copella’s decapitated twin boys and make note of the black-feathered bird shooting off between the buildings. That ain’t no ordinary carrion-feeder. It’s got cataract-eyes of pure white evil. Telltale signs of a revenant – a fucking underworld spy. I reach for my gun, but I don’t have it on me. The bird’s out of firing range before I can pluck a deadman’s piece up off the pavement. I wish I had a way to follow it, because it will be headed back to the demon or warlock that summoned it…

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?"

Staying true to his reputation, Kane was a sneaky bastard. “I can smell blood up ahead.” Sparrow crouched low and shifted into his terrifying cat, Arlo. Beast could sense the unease amongst the royal elites. Not only was Sparrow a tiger shifter, but the scars and markings across his entire body only heightened the visual terror of him.

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.