Birds Of Prey #2 Novels & Stories

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

That had to count for something, and it did for her, even though he was a demon. She would go through each day in silence for the next two months. She wanted to speak to no one. The eyes of people around her when she didn’t respond to any question or statement was almost funny to her. She knew that was the only way forward and she made herself not go to the plane of her dreams. The one, she knew now, was made by the Angels to break the pact regarding her. Her birthday was almost upon her, and things kept happening around her that she could not explain. It was like the different planes were merging. Her sense of dread was not when she saw the sky on fire but when she saw the lighter colors.

I gulped nervously, clasping my mouth to muffle the whimpers, but ended up screaming seconds later, when the head in question rolled across, barely missing my foot. Babbz smacked his hand over my mouth from behind, turning us away from the body. I panted harshly, as my whole body trembled. I faced ahead trying to calm my racing heart and instead my eyes clashed with Jeffrey's, the crew leader. His menacing glare narrowed one, making me gulp uneasily. I lowered my gaze, but it landed on his hands, which were holding a blood-stained wire. I quickly snapped my gaze back to his face. He wore this sinister smirk, confirming he had just executed a well-thought murder, and the fire incident was all

Vic didn't even try to feel, he just knew that it was true, the strangest thing was that it didn't surprise him at all. A black shadow swept over the river, huge wings flapped, and a large bird of prey landed on the shore. Kim quickly ran back to the trees, then came to his senses, grabbed the sisters by the arms and dragged them behind the nearest trunks. Vic remained where he was, the bird carefully examining him with its silver eyes. "Hello, Yarsi," he waved his hand. The bird bowed its head slightly, nodded, and confidently approached. - What feathers! – an enthusiastic whisper of the girls flew from somewhere over his shoulder. - I always wanted a bird, let me pet it!

I step over the line and the ground hums under my bare feet like it recognizes its queen. The sky answers. A single bolt of perfect, soundless lightning strikes the circle dead center. When the light fades, six matching marks glow on the inside of our left wrists: A tiny blackbird in flight, carrying a single burning sun, wrapped in coyote tracks, circled by nine fox tails, framed by open wings and an open book. Permanent. Painless. Ours. Rowan smiles (small, fierce). Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait.

CHIKA WHITMORE "Keep your breathing shallow and drop your shoulders, little wolf," Malik Arden whispers, his deep voice carrying a strange, heavy warmth as he slides into my private medical bunker. He places a woven container of wild forest berries directly onto my steel locker, his eyes scanning the biometric wires attached to my ribs. "The network is bleeding with poison about your rank, but the Afolayan fleet is already moving to crush the leak."

Raymond's head was tilted upward, gazing at the dark sky with its twinkling stars. Ravi gazed at Raymond's outstretched wings, which slowly flapped with soft feathers dancing in the biting morning breeze. The black feathers of Raymond's wings were as dark as the night sky, and something stirred in Ravi's chest as he watched those wings, as if he was living in a fantasy tale he had once read. Ravi was captivated when Raymond turned and descended from the window, his eyes widening as he locked eyes with Ravi.

“Lyran… the pups. The families…” I reached for her, steadying her shoulders. “Don’t look away. If they’ve taken lives, we’ll avenge them. But if anyone is alive, we’ll find them.” She nodded weakly, but I felt her trembling. Prese’s POV We moved down into the ruins. Every step crunched on charred wood and broken stone. The silence was worse than screams—it was empty, hollow. Then a sound. A flutter. I froze, my eyes darting upward. Against the blood-red sky, black wings unfolded. A harsh caw split the silence, and my blood ran cold.

I looked around for something or someone, then raised my gaze to the sky, clear, showing the stars and the huge full moon, illuminating me. I lowered my gaze to continue struggling with the key and my car, but then, I felt something pass over my head. I let out a muffled scream and looked in all directions. Could it have been a bat? But it would have to be huge, right? Because whatever flew over me didn't feel small. Maybe it's just an owl. A big one. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. After that, the key worked. I entered my car as fast as I could and drove away from there.

She must never regard them as her equals. I heard Father's voice from years ago. "A ruler may brand what she owns, but she must never allow what kneels beneath her to claim her in return." All this time, I had believed the cruelty belonged to me alone. Discovering its source did not make my hands feel cleaner. "The order," I said. "Show me where he wrote about the order." Asterion turned several pages until another brown stain appeared along the binding. 'The Raven collects blood from every commander who swears its military oath. The boys offered theirs willingly, believing the ritual proved their loyalty to Pandora.'