Birds Of Prey #2 Novels & Stories

“And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?” Somehow, his skull smirked. The brightest seed of rebellion. The act of life is war. But I showed you that this morning. Mourning my impossible dreams. “So angels dream, Samael?” I do. Perhaps it's sin. He whistled with his bare teeth. Two birds darted from the canopy: one lush red with black wings; the other a crow. I scrutinized the first. “That's a Scarlet Tanager.”

“What do you think?” I glanced down at the screen. It was a Hawk with fierce, blazing red eyes that screamed chaos. Its frightening black shiny wings spread widely that could soar across the sky. The striking claws were long, black, sharp, and the curve pointed downward, promising hideous scars and excruciating pain to its prey. Amazing! “What do you think?” he asked again impatiently. I shifted my gaze to his slim face, finding him showing me his signature grin and gleaming brown eyes. “That’s good.”

It was a tracker. I dug deeper into the bag and found a children's storybook, ‘The Hunting Game.’ I skimmed through the pages, there no words on them only colored pictures but what I thought was a story for children was actually a morbid depiction of the game. I had to find the bird before the wolves do or they would eat its heart. There were other characters in the book like the doctor, the police, and the civilians. In total there were twenty-four of them excluding the bird, the same number we were. There were no rules written in the book only the vague riddle at the end. ‘He who has the bird has the power.’ And the warning from the voice, ‘don’t tell anyone about your role.’ My head ached

It turned out toxic. The thought of leaving always crossed my mind, but then I had nothing to return to, no one to call except my best friend, Matilda, who had left the territory for another. I was all alone in this big world of mine. …”I’ll never leave your side, Eloise; you’ve been loyal to me, risking your life just for me. I really appreciate it.” His voice went soft; was he remorseful? “This is the last phase, Eloise; you’ve made me an Alpha.” He chuckled, licking the blood off his knife and positioning it right on my nape. “I’m sorry, Eloise.”

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

I took my mum's hand, and we ran out of the room. “I would find you,” Alpha Landre yelled from behind. “And I would kill you.” That was the last conversation my parents had before my mother found her new mate. Now, here I was, standing before the principal of an Elite Werewolf school my mother's new mate had secured me a place in. “We were thrilled to have you join us, Bianca,” the principal said with a delightful expression. I smiled. “Thank you.” She handed me a piece of white paper with different colors of ink. It was my schedule for the semester. The first thing that caught my eye was the boldly written, ‘MOON LAKE ACADEMY’ at the top. My heart thumped loudly as I left the principal’s of

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

It slipped off the shelf into her waiting hand, the pages already turning to the very entry her mind was seeking. Strangely, the bird was observing her just as intently, an intelligence in its gaze as it watched the pages of the book open without her hand. She brought the book in front of her and glanced down to look at the photograph of the harpy eagle. The eyes were round and shining with intelligence, but they were not black. The eyes in the picture were a bright amber with a black pupil. She let out her breath slowly. Something was wrong with her bird.

by holding her earring I slept unknowingly meanwhile the birds in tree opposite to rishi's balcony bird 2 : hey why you are crying bird 1 : didn't you see that demon is having tears in his eyes and crying how painful it is bird 2 : do you think he loves her bird 1 : yeah bird 2 : I want to see that angel bird 1 : let's go I will show you bird 2 : okay bird 1 : she is the one bird 2 : wahh she is so pretty

Her tribid nature—witch, lycan, and vampire—coalesced within her, making the air around her thrum with energy. With a whispered incantation, Zyra extended her hand, and from the shadows of the room, a black bird materialized. Its feathers gleamed with an unnatural sheen, eyes sharp and intelligent. The bird flapped its wings once, sending a gust of wind through the room as it perched on the table beside the parchment. Zyra looked at the bird, her voice calm and authoritative. "Take this to the Nightshade pack. Leave it at their doorstep. Let them know this is only the beginning."