Birds Of Prey #2 Novels & Stories

Individual vampires don't care about each other or whether they die or are left behind. On the horizon were hundreds of SUVs, and Alexi could clearly see them from the air. Night vision is one of wolves' most valuable traits. Alexi headed to the front gate, trying to clear a path for the reinforcements. Cordelia watched Alexi and then looked at the horizon and mimicked what Alexi was doing. Horror crossed Alexi's face when she witnessed a missile target and it explode into one of the SUV's: Time seemed to have stopped along with Alexi's heart. There was so much that she lost in her life; she prayed that her brothers and father were not in that car. Alexi wondered if one more loss was too muc

"She knows a lot already. I will kill her. You will confirm if she's your mate. I brought the dagger. Once she bleeds to death so quick then she's the wrong one. I want to prove that to you" "But..." The door flung open revealing Mia. She had opened the door, her mistake. Carly thought immediately "Carly?" A hand slightly pushed Mia behind revealing the second person. She was wearing all purple but with a ninja mask. "Hi" She said "Raven!" Luca yelled. He had fought little with her and had known how good she was. "I see the hunt began in a fresh way today. The report I got from my men is that your mimions at the south have been captured. You know I would need more experiments on your kind bu

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Its gaze was filled with rage as it looked up at the two figures appearing in the sky—the two massive figures were Cerberus and Sea Snake. ARRRRRRR! ROAAARRRR…. Awuuuuu …. "Where are you looking?" The Blue Firebird, with Long Chen's cloned body, suddenly appeared in front of the carrion bird's head. BOOMMM… With a single strike, one of the carrion bird's heads flew off, carrying its body and the other two heads. Strangely, despite being struck by the Blue Firebird, there were no scratches or wounds where the Blue Firebird's strike landed. Of course, the Blue Firebird didn't expect its strike to injure the corpse-eating bird. Its current task was to give Long Chen time to enter the cave and b

“And the second piece? The half from the safehouse?” There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line. “Taken,” the contact muttered. “Someone breached the wing right before us. The second half is gone.” Julian’s eyes snapped open, his jaw hardening into granite. The relief vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating dread. Someone was playing a parallel game. Someone had anticipated his timeline and beaten him to the prize. He looked back toward the estate, watching the headlights of Kain’s armored vehicles begin to spin into position.

This was close to sending me over the edge and I had to leave the interrogations to Arden after a while, having unintentionally killed two servants who had said the same thing. Arden and I were now leaving the Palace Prison after speaking to the last of the maids that had received payment or a reward of some kind. We were both quiet as we crossed the Palace grounds, each in our own thoughts as we tried to figure out what to do next. A sudden presence began to grow behind us and I turned rapidly, nearly drawing my sword as a sleek black raven weakly flapped towards us. Arden gasped as he looked at it, seeming to recognize who it was before the tired looking bird collapsed onto the ground, Shi

So is his premonition, it is always valid. I lay on my back, embracing the silence once again. A chipping sound follows, motioning my eyes to admire the clear vision of the sky. The bird flies in a circular manner. It feathers and quail in blue and orange colours respectively. The bird body is covered in rainbow colours. How admirable? I raise my head instantly, my wolf smells her close by. It draws stronger than the last. I rise to my feet. She isn't my mate but her scent arouses my wolf and I in a weird way. Her body fragance makes me feel calm. It nudges me to do good and unpleasant things to myself.

The automatic doors were open and she rushed in. The office was empty though a few papers were on the floor. It was quiet but she spotted another room at the far end. Raeya walked towards that direction as she lifted her dress shirt to get a hold on her dagger. She didn’t need to knock so she kicked the door open and was ready to spill the blood of Zed when she was met with birds. Not ordinary birds, but birds with red glaring eyes and bodies of gray metal. Robots. She pierced one and grabbed the other with her hand. She crushed it in her palms and swiped her dagger away, making the barbecued mechanic bird crash in the wall. They made sounds that sounded like their systems were shutting down

*** Its burning gaze locked onto Raven. *** “Bridge,” it said again. *** Raven stepped forward. *** But this time— something inside her answered differently. *** ### The Awakening The mark on her wrist burned. Not warm. Not controlled. *** *Hungry.* *** Raven inhaled sharply. *** The battlefield shifted. *** The shadows did not rise. *** The sky did. *** A single crow cried out overhead. Then another. Then— hundreds. *** They came from nowhere. From everywhere. Black wings cutting across the sky, circling above the battlefield in a tightening spiral.

His hands moved with a confidence that was mesmerizing, bringing images to life on paper with quick, sure strokes. “So you ran,” he said finally. “I didn’t run. I chose safety.” “Same thing.” I bristled again. “It’s not…” “Here.” He turned the sketch pad around. I sucked in a breath. It wasn’t a phoenix. It was a bird, but something else—maybe a swallow, wings spread mid-flight, breaking free from delicate chains that fell away beneath it. Simple but beautiful, the lines clean and purposeful. “It’s perfect,” I whispered.