Birds Of Prey Novels & Stories

“Lesson one whelp, never lower your eyes on a hunt. Our prey is intelligent and capable of complex thoughts. This brings me to the next lesson: Never underestimate your prey.” “Have you made that mistake before?” “Aye, many times in my youth. My master was endlessly patient with my stupidity. With every hunt, I smartened up a little and learned more,” He paused and watched the Spade Hooded stopping and raised its hands to the moon again, “Why does it keep doing that?” A shriek split Warren's eardrums and the world went black.

Emma leaned all the way out of the window sill, concentrating on the bird. She watched it closely as she tuned her mind to the path of the raptor. The beak was wicked looking, curved and sharp, the talons enormous where they curled around the thick branch of the tree. It had a keen intelligence shining in its eyes. Emma's breath caught in her throat, her heart beating in sudden excitement. Harpy eagles lived in the A****n rain forest, flying gracefully, agilely through the trees. They were unquestionably the world's most formidable bird, capable of taking monkeys, snakes, even sloth as prey. It couldn't possibly be, yet the more she studied it, the more she was certain. What in the world was

He gripped the reins firmly, and said with an unusually serious expression, "Let's win this race!" Three thousand feet above the Tournament grounds, a crack in the air flickered to existence completely unnoticed by those below. The crack was so thin, that even the bird flying towards it didn't notice until it was too late. One moment, the black bird (a native mutation of an eagle) was skimming beneath the clouds, and the next, it was gone.

Eagles have a keen vision. Eagles Do Not Eat Dead Things. – Eagles never consume dead things, but vultures do. They fly and make less noise waiting for opportunities to strike their next prey or glide with the current of the storm. Eagles Love the Storm – Eagles are the only birds that love the storm. When all other birds try to flee from the storm and hide its fierceness, eagles fly into it and will use the wind of the storm to rise higher in a matter of seconds. They use the pressure of the storm to glide higher without having to use their own energy. They can do this because God has created them uniquely with the ability to lock their wings in a fixed position amid the fierce storm winds.

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.

There was no need to even ask if Orie could evade all that, he was definitely getting hit. The birds circled Orie at tremendous speeds and attacked from all directions. He could not see anything in front of him that wasn't a bird. They were anything but ordinary birds, they were not made of flesh and blood, they were made for pure silver and their claws were shaper most blades. "It's over" as the people watched, that was the only conclusion that came to mind. What they were witnessing was such a sight that many paid no attention to sounds, they were all focused on what their eyes were seeing.

not so are the birds that surrounded the blood then. “There are two groups of mourning birds the first group consists of owls while the second group consists of different birds. The second one is the birds that recognize the normal wolves and they use their feet and wings but I do not know how they use that. Whereas the owl group lurks in the sky and indicates the death of a high wolf” he added. “Do these birds recognize ordinary humans?” he shook his head.

We run pass bevy of swans who are attacking the participants. I see one flying towards Natasha. I pull her out of the way just in time, then wave my hands to scare the bird off. "Oh my goodness, thank you. I was busy playing attentions to the ones before me that I didn't see that one flying towards me head." "It's no big deal." "I never understand how those beautiful creatures can be so evil." Natasha said, looking back at the birds as they are now trying to attack three screaming females. "Most of the time it is to protect their eggs or Cygnets"

With the herd of rhinoceroses as vanguard, the rest of the stampede behind kept up; a multitudinous stream of bloodthirsty beasts gaining more and more speed. Routed, scores of warriors panicked and ran. Screams of horror and shrieks of pain intertwined into cacophonic chaos. Chirp! A bald eagle, with wings spanning more than tens of meters wide, leveled the crest of a hill with a wave of its wings, eliciting a landslide causing more devastating damage. Out of the boughs of the woods, a woodpecker the size of a dining table, with feathers brilliantly-colored like a rainbow and a long, slender beak, flew out and it bore down on the warriors with an unfriendly glint in its eyes.

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.