Birds Of Prey #2 Novels & Stories

When she opened her eyes, they were all black like the birds. The whole forest shook as thousands of birds of different kinds came shooting through the skies. The heavens suddenly became dark as the birds concealed the sun and the clouds behind. Danika then waved her hand above her head and pushed it down. The bird flew towards the winged Badbloods who were staring in horror. The next second, the sky was filled with shriekings and cry as the birds clawed at them. The winged Badbloods swung their swords with their eyes closed but the birds were agressive as the Reapers below. Birds and winged Badbloods fell to the ground in which the Reapers gladly finished the job. After a few minutes, there

Mom said, her voice breaking, “I love you. I love you so much. But you have to run now. I promise I’ll find you. I’ll come back for you.” “Mom, please!” I sobbed harder, grabbing onto her like a child. But the sound of wolves approaching grew louder, snarls and the pounding of paws. Mom pushed me hard, her voice rising in desperation. “Run, Cal! RUN!” With a broken heart, I turned and sprinted into the forest. Behind me, I heard the terrible sound of my father’s final cry. I risked one glance back, and what I saw will haunt me forever. Alpha Damon stood beside the car. He yanked Dad out like he was nothing but a rag doll, and then, in a flash of teeth and claws, he tore him apart.

This time I hit the target in the soft spot on its neck and the beast spirals to the ground landing with a heavy and loud thud. I set off at high speed trying to catch up to the others. “They are turning away,” Finn calls out his sword pointing to the sky. Sure enough, as I look up, I see the remaining two prey birds circle us from overhead once then take flight up the mountain. I turn to look at Finn who is covered in dark goo. A blood-like substance. Out of all the creatures that crossed over the prey birds were the worst. They were harder to kill and even harder to detect until they were almost upon you. I wondered if that was the scent Finn had picked up on earlier.

Her goal: to find Paulo and Pedro amid the storm of emotions that surrounded them. The twins, immersed in their own fury, did not notice Tiffany's approach, nor did they even notice the raven hovering in the skies, witnessing the impressive display of the brothers' brute force. An expression of satisfaction and admiration was drawn on the bird's face, as if it understood the grandeur of the events unfolding below.

Her thin chest tightened; her bones ached with it. She held her breath, recognizing the bird for what it was: a grisly black-winged scavenger that blinded and killed its own nestlings in a crazed frenzy, nothing else—and she no longer feared it. Her eyes narrowed, irises going a smoky violet. Warm radiance had filled her, whether from the soft vibrating or not she couldn’t tell.

"It lit up." "Yes. It lit up." She turned her own small hand, warm with her own body heat, over and placed it palm up, resting it quietly in his palm. He didn't close his hand around it, just let it rest there. Her palm was warm. His was cool. Outside the window, in the pine forest, a Snowfeather bird with wings so translucent they seemed nearly invisible alighted on the highest pine crown. It ruffled its feathers, tilted its head back, and let out a thin, high cry, like the first crack forming on a sheet of ice.

' Arina' I yelled after her, but as she descended, I knew I had to follow her. "Bryan" I yelled waving him over to me and gesturing to follow Arina. As we followed behind her I grew anxious wondering what was going on, when both Bryan and I stopped in our tracks at the sight before us. There perched on her arm was a Phoenix. Its feathers were bright and vibrant with a vibrant red crest on its head. Its eyes were a piercing blue, and it seemed to be looking directly at us. We were both mesmerized by the beauty of the creature.

Whiteface grabs the vampire by the throat, presses him hard into the concrete floor, the vampire writhing, trying to break free. The hunter looks to the side with an inviting look, in his left hand the spear is raised up, ready for a fatal blow. Feathers fluttered, pushing off the air, a black raven flew out of the darkness, quickly flapping its wings, sat down next to the hunter, watching the victim. The dust scattered in different directions, disturbed by the air currents created by the black wings of the bird, rising a little, the dust settled around, unable to resist the laws of gravity. The hunter, making sure that the bird sees everything, turned his gaze to the vampire, who had an exp

"No. It’s a warning. I want to keep you whole, Aria. My brother... he doesn't mind a few broken pieces." ​The door clicked shut, the heavy electronic lock engaging with a sound that echoed in my chest. ​I pulled back the collar of my silk nightgown, staring at the golden crescent. It was glowing brighter today. It was as if the estate, or the twins, was feeding it. ​I looked out at the vast, mountain-guarded territory of the Blackthorne Pack with the realization that I might never see the world outside these gates again. My gaze moved to the door, staring at it for a long count of ten, the silence of the room ringing in my ears.

It is a world of predators and prey, that one attribute will make her easy prey. "God! Now I understand why Aiden abhors you so much. You're so insufferable," then she pushed past me, surprising me with a strength I didn't know she could hold in that frail body of hers. I watched her walk away, feeling a strange excitement that I couldn't name or place and just before she stepped out, a small item fell out from her pink bag. I picked it up, flicked to a random page and the first words I read made me choke harshly on smoke. What the fuck?