Birdarang Robin Novels & Stories

Each species contributed its unique melody to the ensemble, creating a tapestry of sounds that blended in perfect harmony. Robins, with their russet-red breasts, perched on the highest branches, their clear and melodious notes ringing through the garden. Sparrows flitted from bush to bush, their cheerful chirps filling the air. Finches added their high-pitched trills, while blackbirds, with their distinctive calls, added depth and richness to the composition.

Mari pulled my hair into an elegant updo and accented it with two small stuffed ruby-throated hummingbirds. There is a male with a pearlescent green body, ruby throat, black chin, and white belly. He is perched as if he is dancing in flight in my hair. The second is a female posed as if the two are engaged in a mating dance, perched above observing the males display. She is a more intense green bird with a stark white belly and what looked like kohl lining her eyes.

inquired a sarcastic deep voice. "Yes!" Arabelle smiled and stretched out her hands. "Good, then leave my room now! " The owl said loudly, causing Arabelle to stop what she was doing and look around the room until their gazes met. The ear tufts on this bird are distinctive, and the upper parts are mottled with darker blackish coloring and tawny. Barred wings and tail. The underparts are a mottled buff with darker streaks. The facial disc is barely visible, but the orange eyes stand out; it stood about 8ft tall. "Do you know that if you look at me like that, I can sentence you to death?" grumbled the creature. Arabelle immediately took her gaze away from the bird.

A shrill, high-pitched chatter among the ramblings and insults of my birds. Jangling the bangles on my right arm I send out a gentle vibration across the ground and towards them, my eyes remaining tight shut as I visualise among them the single bird which dares to encroach upon my brood without invitation. Cutting through black feathers, raven claws, leaves, and beaks, my mind's eye comes to rest on a surprising sight. A white as snow raven with blood red eyes and a beak the colour of ivory, standing proud in the centre of my flying hierarchy; the little bold ingrate.

Separated by another set of double doors was an aviary, full of rainbow lorikeets. That was almost more fun than the butterflies. Rayan found them rather charming, if kinda loud, and he wasn't entirely sure he wasn't going to get bit. He got to feed them too. They ate something similar to what the butterflies got, and it was fascinating watching their weird little tongues lap up the liquid. Unlike the butterflies, they fought each other over access to the treat.

Robin boasted with a wide grin. "I can not wait to see her again, but how would she know where we are?" Lacey pointed out. "I know how," Robin said. "Remove the barrier around us, Sia." After the barrier was brought down, Robin chirped lowly, mimicking a bird cry. Soon, a bird landed on his open palm. He touched the head with his finger and the bird leaned into his hand. He began caressing the small head of the bird. He lifted the bird to his lips and whispered some things to it before allowing it to fly away.

Reminding me why the Black family need to be wiped off the face of the planet like the stains that they are. She steps back, nibbling on her lower lip, looking like a lost deer caught in headlights. “I get the feeling this conversation isn’t over?” “Far from it, Little Bird,” I state firmly. “Fair enough. We both have questions that only we can answer.” The corners of her mouth curl upwards, almost touching the corners of her eyes that are filled with remorse and sorrow. I watch as she turns around and climbs into the bath, wincing in pain as she lowers herself into the water. A sense of wrath takes over my heart, making me thirsty for blood and vengeance.