Birds Of Prey Novels & Stories

~Night in the North~ The band of the night anti-supernatural creatures were all set out all on standby against the time the enemy steps forth unaware of their secret formation and intentions. They are all following the lead of Raven. "Kai, can you hear me now?" Raven asked tapping the piece plugged to her ear. "Yes Raven. Very clear" "I'm with Delilah. Check with Archie and the rest. Any time from now, we might spot something fishy around. I think they are probably thinking of setting a trap for us tonight"

My friend's safety was more important at the moment. Knox barked and snapped at the lizards, unperturbed by Isaac's wolf form. We struggled toward Ruthie and Phoebe, making little progress, as there seemed to be an endless number of reptiles joining the fray. Then suddenly, the dark sky above us filled with the screeches of owls as they swooped down to attack Peter's pets. They scurried, quick as lightning toward the cover of bushes and building porches. Hawks, ravens, blue jays, and other birds joined the owls. Everyone paused and watched as the birds poured from the sky like a swarm of bats, scooping up reptiles as if they'd happened upon a delicious smorgasbord. Finally, three large forms

Something was different, though he could not yet name it. Each breath of the cool night air carried information—the sharp scent of wet earth, the metallic tang of distant prey, the faint, almost imperceptible rustle of creatures hidden in the shadows. Azriel’s instincts hummed beneath his skin, a taut string that tightened with every passing second. Hunting alone meant he was vulnerable to ambushes, yet the risk was part of the ritual, part of the clarity that only the forest could offer. A chorus of low snarls shattered the calm. The horses whinnied, stamping nervously against the harnesses. Azriel’s eyes snapped open, locking onto a pair of glowing, predatory eyes in the darkness beyond th

The impact made me dizzy, but the glass remained unbroken. Thick smoke filled the air, and the roaring flames surrounded me. My vision blurred, and I collapsed to the ground. Just then, I heard a loud crash, and the glass shattered.

Violet’s breath caught in her chest, the weight of his question pressing down on her harder than any touch. The scenary felt unbearably still, every sound, the faint hum of the wind and the cricket , the distant honks of the cars passing by, dissolving into silence. His gaze pinned her in place, steady and unyielding, as though he could see through every wall she had carefully built. She wanted to speak, to offer him the truth he deserved, yet the words tangled at the edge of her tongue like thorns. Violet realized that silence could be louder, more dangerous, than any lie.

Before Lirvana could snap back, the air split with louder, harsher screeches. Six more birds burst from the shadows, their eyes blazing with fury over their fallen kin. Dark mist streamed from their wings as they swooped down. The group scattered instantly, each bird locking onto its chosen prey. Two birds slammed into Lirvana at once. She sprang into the air, both axe and sword flashing in a single brutal arc. The creatures shrieked as steel tore through them, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud before melting into dark mist.

Eagles quarters None of them had memories, they were one, and their whole life was based on killing. Their eyes were empty, devoid of feelings, cold. They had no family, no friends, they didn’t know what love was – they had never experienced it. They were told they were special, one of a kind. They were like machines, marionettes obeying orders. They never hesitated, taking the lives of others. They had no right to make their own decisions.

But everyone was taught at a young age to take them down without hesitation. Beneath their paws was tough, long grass that swayed in the breeze. The base of the mountains almost looked barren. Yet even here, Flamestrike could see signs of life. There were birds hopping from one spot to another as they picked at the insects on the grass. And birds were prey. Flamestrike glanced at the others, realizing just how hungry he was as he watched the birds. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stop and hunt for a little, he thought. Unfortunately, as he relayed this with the others, they weren't too eager to agree. Flamestrike's whiskers drooped in disappointment as Blizzardwind looked at him in amusement.

After begging my dad for the 100th time to let me come back home for school, he finally gave in. Before the semester started, he warned me repeatedly. “There is an underground clique around campus. Every year, they single out one freshman who attracts too much attention and make that person their punching bag. “They are careful about covering their tracks. We’ve looked into them for a long time and still have nothing solid. Keep your head down and watch your back.” I nodded, then I remembered that I had recently joined the incoming-freshman group chat. I opened it and intended to ask if anyone knew anything about the clique, only to discover that someone had tagged me. [Damn, we found

A scream tears from my throat as my fingers claw at the air. But it doesn't matter. The branch slips past my reach. I am falling. The forest rushes up to meet me. Firm fingers clamp around my wrist. Then the fall stops. My body jerks violently to a stop. I blink through the haze of pain. Green eyes. No. Kaine. He regards me with that same infuriating calm, as though catching someone in midair is a frequent occurrence. “You really have no sense of self-preservation.”