Birds Of Prey #2 Novels & Stories

The thought of destroying Adrian and escaping filled it with rage, but escape now seemed impossible. Adrian stared at the Violet Rain Bird, smirking. “Still resisting? You’re just a caged bird.” At that moment, the Violet Rain Bird felt a chilling terror as it sensed the overwhelming power radiating from Adrian. Boom! Another devastating blow landed on the bird’s body. It tried to fight back, but with its severe injuries, it couldn’t even lift its wings. Its massive beak, once crucial for flight, now felt like a burden, weighing tens of thousands of pounds.

Why did Brandon shrink form the very sight of him? Why do I want him to be mine? END OF PART TWO – THE CLAN CELEBRATION

THE WIND grew more violent as each second passed. The birds that were resting on the branches of the trees all squealed and flew away. We were yet to see the hybrids, but we knew they were here. We could feel it as tension sizzled in the air. We could even smell it. Their blood scent was everywhere which meant that we were now surrounded by them.

I thought I was just dizzy from blood loss, but nah – I caused another slaughter, and I’m about to throw. The faint flutter of wings causes me to swallow it back, jerk my eyes off Chrissy Copella’s decapitated twin boys and make note of the black-feathered bird shooting off between the buildings. That ain’t no ordinary carrion-feeder. It’s got cataract-eyes of pure white evil. Telltale signs of a revenant – a fucking underworld spy. I reach for my gun, but I don’t have it on me. The bird’s out of firing range before I can pluck a deadman’s piece up off the pavement. I wish I had a way to follow it, because it will be headed back to the demon or warlock that summoned it…

she muttered. I frowned. “Marked? Isn’t that a raven?” She lifted her spear toward the bird. “That’s not a raven. Look closer.” I did. I let my divine energy sharpen my vision, and I saw it: faint lines carved into its feathers, symbols glowing faintly. Truly, it was not a bird at all but an omen, crafted by the cult. “It’s watching us”, Bryce growled. He hurled a dagger, but the creature dissolved into ash before the blade could strike it.

A whole new chapter was waiting for us, and I had no idea what we’d find on the other side, but I knew one thing: Field Team 42’s work wasn’t over. Spitfire was flying through the skies, her wings catching the light of a crisp autumn afternoon. She was whole again, stronger than ever. Her scales shimmered in the sunlight, and beneath her, the earth seemed to pulse with life. She was also pregnant, her body carrying the next generation of p'ckit dragons. She had mated with a male p'ckit dragon during her recovery period—a mating flight that had ended in a partnership of both physical and emotional significance. She flew alongside Starstorm, who had been by her side throughout the journey, wat

Gabriel sat slumped at my bedside. I wanted nothing more than to escape this filthy, hypocritical home. So, I slipped out of bed quietly. But as I passed the study, I heard the parrot—the same cursed bird that had destroyed all three of my children—chattering inside. Hearing its voice, a surge of hatred flared in my chest. Without thinking, I pushed the study door open, filled with an urge to kill it. But the moment the door swung open, what I saw made me freeze to the core. It was a scene I would never forget for the rest of my life.

Growling noisily, he sprinted towards them and his eyes glinted blue. He spread his claws, holding his hands to the side and he zoomed into their midst lightning fast, injuring some them with his claws. Suddenly, dodging the projectiles they were propelling at him, he caught one of the ravens by the neck and his instincts were urging him to bite him, but he shut it out and threw the raven back towards the ones drifting closer behind him.

he pleaded. Joey looked at Xander. There was something bigger they needed to do. “What shop?” Joey picked up Sling from the ground and held him by his shirt. The shop was close to where they were. It was a tea shop selling more than herbal tea. It was a front like any other business around town that harbors a mafia operation in its basement. Joey and Xander took their guns from their belts with hostility when they came to the shop. They were on enemy territory, running their business against the code. They needed to be warned.

He questioned for the umpteenth time that morning. He went to leave but felt something beneath his right foot, something life-like. He lifted a booted foot, revealing a bird laying on it's back , its talon remained intact but it's beak was missing the tip. It's tawny brown wings –matching its feathers from its head to it's belly– were bent backwards, taking its ability to fly. It's russet brown tail was cut off, the proximal part still attached to its russet brown fur which, just like the region from its belly to its hind leg, was similar to that of a lion. A note was pinned with an arrow to it's belly, the spot on the note where the arrow pierced bloodied. YOU KNEW THE RULES, it read.