Birds Of Prey #2 Novels & Stories

Nature curls up and dies at his touch, and my hand burns cold where it meets his, like freezer burn. My wing stains shift their birthmark shape, and I wonder what they will look like tonight. Canary, eagle, sparrow, hawk. Perhaps some kind of owl. I’m feeling vaguely vespertine. I have an Audubon Society book that I’ve used to decipher the port wine stain shadows. Like silhouettes of avians in flight against an iron sky. It is my favorite feature. Samael pauses as if eying a reliquary. “What?” I say.

Their feathers rippled as they deflected the surge—droplets splattered against the maze’s towering hedge walls. The laughter died on the mayor’s lips when one of the birds slashed at her. Its talons tore through her blouse and left shallow crimson trails across her pale skin. She hissed, teleporting in a blur and reappearing behind the other owl, seizing it mid-flight. A sharp screech split the air as she sank her teeth into its flank. The sound was visceral, wet—the sickening noise of blood being drained. The remaining bird, its mate, shrieked, the cry sending a wave of mirrored agony through Arah’s chest.

"Thank you, Daddy. I'm so happy, Mama. Look, Daddy got me this. What a cute bird. I'll always have it with me." Pre-Z sat in the car; she kept looking at the birds for herself. They were two very cute birds in a closed cage. Both were white. She was happy to see them. She was sitting in the back seat of the car playing with them, while Grasis was sitting in the front seat and Ayla was with her.

I mumbled, trying to avoid their curious gazes. “Is everything alright, dear?” Riley asked, concern and curiosity revealing itself in her tone. “hmmm” I nodded my head, not trusting myself enough to speak. I needed to elude everyone’s questioning gazes. I needed to be alone, just me and my wolf. So I brushed past them and ran upstairs. As soon as I closed my bedroom door behind me, I heard my stepfather Asher’s voice through the door. “What’s up, Birdie?” “Just need to lie down,” I called back, trying to sound convincing.

It was a battlefield. Spitfire lay in the center like a queen in a war zone, eyes half-lidded, one paw lazily restraining Goose, who was trying very hard to bite Cloud’s ear. Freya was chewing on the corner of the fleece lining like it owed her money. Nova had somehow rolled onto her back and was kicking wildly at the air, claws unsheathed like she was mid-boss battle. Pesto was out of the box entirely, half-crawled, half-tumbled onto the mat I’d set beside it, and mewling like someone had personally betrayed him. And Mochi?

Bernard stood in the bright sunlight speaking with the contractors that had been hired to build his new mansion. He grunted as the foreman went over the schematics for the new building. His mind was a million miles away at the moment. He couldn’t care less about what they did with the new building. He was still waiting to hear back from Back Hawk. He was an assassin for hire, who had called him with information on his missing song bird. Apparently someone had information on the other missing products as well. It had been three days and the bastard had yet to call or come by his hotel room with the information he needed to locate her. He grew more and more impatient as the days went by. He

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

143 - The Revenge Served Ten Years Too Late (1) The moment the fluctuating barrier surrounding the Second Peak broke, the flying beasts seemingly had their bloods stimulated after they smelled the scent of humans. With eerie bird-like calls leaving their fanged mouths, the flock of Arctic Fox Bats rushed in to search for prey to devour. Though a handful of them saw Ye Hua and his group and attacked them, the majority of the flying beasts chose to go for the obvious weaker and easier prey scattered within the mountain.

I asked, looking around warily for a moment, still feeling a bit unsure. “It won’t.” Cassian said confidently. “I’m still the apex predator here after all.” He said with a smug smile. “And a prey never runs back to its predator.” I couldn’t help but smile at his words.I must be one hell of a crazy prey then. Cassian pulled me into his arms to hug me. I fell in love with my predator. The End.

I watch from the bedroom window that overlooks the gravel driveway on the front of the old dilapidated mansion as the scene unfolds below me. The storm had passed and the stars were starting to shine as the sky became clear. With the moon shining bright it was very easy to see the ground below me. I kept searching the tree line for any sign of the wolves that I had seen earlier as I watched Noah threaten Jacobs in the gravel driveway.