Birds Of Prey #2 Novels & Stories

Chapter Fifteen. With wings like shadows, they glide through silence, masters of the sky. Birds of prey. Caw! Caw! Caw! Elena looked up as she heard the murder of crows, pausing slightly as she saw those birds of misfortune flying above her head. There were many things in her hand and messenger bag, foods and clothing for her little fawn. She was now walking back from the village, seeing that a murder of crows flying around, she had a presumption, or a superstition.

Right now, Ari needed to be held, needed to know that he hadn’t been abandoned, that his predator had come back for him. So I held him. Pressed my face into his hair, inhaled him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. Let my hands memorize the fragile curve of his back, the way his body fit into mine as though it had always been meant to. “You’re safe,” I murmured against his skin. “With me, you’re safe.” And under my breath, quieter, darker, so only the bond would carry it: And they’re already dead. Because Ari might not have named them. He might not have told me who. But prey doesn’t need to point out predators. Predators reveal themselves when they bleed. And I was about to make the

I wanted to attach now, but I had to wait, there was a calculated move we always make. My instincts screamed, wanting me to act, but I maintained my composure. I knew I had to tread carefully, or I would end up making matters worse. "Of course," I said, leaning forward. "I'm happy to discuss the details, but I hope you brought coffins?" He raised his brows. " Coffins? What are you talking about?” "You're about to find out.” I pulled out my gun, and tilted my head to the side to watch his shocked expression.

From within the circle came forth a huge bird of prey; a hawk. It appeard to be fully covered in silver. Just by looking at it, one could tell that its beak was harder than a rock and that its claws were as sharp as blades, even its wings didn't seem flying was all they could do. At this point in the battle where pride was being cast aside, the same thought ran through the minds of everyone watching. "NOW THE REAL FIGHT BEGINS"

A pair of binoculars rested on his lap. Catching sight of her, he pressed a finger to his lips, and gestured for her to join him. "Look," he whispered, pointing to a pair of fairly large birds. Pretty, with bluish-gray heads, pearly-pink breasts and brown wings mottled with black, they pecked at the ground some distance away. "Do you know what they are?" "Pigeons?" she ventured.

Something is about to happen, and I’m not going to die. My wolf’s tail is still, and her head is high. She’s watching with wide eyes, too, as she waits. In the sky high above this wood, a bird of prey swoops, a black outline against the gold and denim blue above the hills where the sun is setting. The insects fall silent. That’s how we know. Someone is here. “Steady,” Smith whispers into his radio.

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

Chapter 22 Gunshot! His heart skidded as he came to a stop instantly. The gunshot resounded closed to him. People screamed, taking to their heels. Daniel slowly turned and met the shock of his life. Behind him, a lady lay unconscious in the pool of her blood. Obviously, she took a shot for him. "Catch the criminal! He is getting away!" A voice screamed, gesturing to a figure on a black mask. Must be the assassinator. "Catch him! Don't let him escape!"

That night, the village chief brought us all to the watchtower. None of us had our handbooks anymore, after all. As the clock chimed twelve, azure birds flew out of the forest, one after the other. Their dark, viridian tail feathers were streaked with an eerie crimson, their screeches so shrill they felt capable of making us all go deaf. Afro stood first, positioning his water bazooka, while Gerard stood beside him, raising his dual guns.

Skye accepted it cautiously, peering up at his mate, looking for any sign of what it was, before moving his attention back to the box in hand. Opening it up, he found two birds wrought in shining silver metal. It was a cloak pin, he realized as he picked it up to inspect it. The two birds sat on a branch, beaks touching in an image of sweet love. Even his untrained eye could see the work was of high quality; the bird’s feathers precisely detailed and the branches wrought with delicate leaves and flowers. It was beautiful. The image of the birds was simple yet even more striking for that simplicity and he looked up at Linus with wide eyes.