Birds Of Prey Novels & Stories

“Bird of prey from our country. Their members get eagles tattooed on their forearms. But they do not have any cross-border operations and are mostly benign in their activities compared to the rest.” Shadow looked down at the list from his sub-ordinates and frowned. “What’s wrong?” Frank narrowed his eyes. “The search list has bought up Soaring Eagles and also lists them as active.” “How can that be?” Ed frowned as he tried to recollect “We had personally cleaned them up 20 odd years ago.” “That was the first of our many adventures” Frank smiled smugly as he thought back to their unrestrained youth. Ben was listening to the report by quietly resting his head back on the sofa with his eyes clo

This time I hit the target in the soft spot on its neck and the beast spirals to the ground landing with a heavy and loud thud. I set off at high speed trying to catch up to the others. “They are turning away,” Finn calls out his sword pointing to the sky. Sure enough, as I look up, I see the remaining two prey birds circle us from overhead once then take flight up the mountain. I turn to look at Finn who is covered in dark goo. A blood-like substance. Out of all the creatures that crossed over the prey birds were the worst. They were harder to kill and even harder to detect until they were almost upon you. I wondered if that was the scent Finn had picked up on earlier.

Bianca woke up as a Queen and no wild flying bird objected to her reign. As the crows soared through the moonlit sky, their numbers began to multiply. One by one, more joined the flock, their glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light. The flapping of their wings echoed in the stillness of the night as they came together, united by their shared mission. With each passing moment, the flock grew larger, like an unstoppable force gathering strength. The crows cawed with determination, their voices echoing through the dense forest. They flew through the trees, their wings beating in perfect harmony, their beady eyes focused on the goal ahead.

He gazes at me and clears his throat as a serious look appears on his face. "Laura, of course, the war involves us and did I just hear you say what pack would be waging war against us? I think what you meant to ask is what packs would be waging war against us, not just a pack, but packs." Richard spits out. Packs? Why packs? What are we going to do? "And the only thing you thought of doing was to stuff food down your throat?" I snap at him with a fearful look on my face. Why is he not afraid? I mean, if packs are coming to attack us, we should be scared, frightened, terrified!

Rowan wore a midnight blue tuxedo with a black bow tie, looking elegant. Ash chose a charcoal grey suit with a lavender shirt and a slim black tie, giving off a modern vibe. Oak stood out in a deep burgundy velvet blazer, black trousers, and no tie, with a silver brooch on his lapel. Maple kept it classic with a black suit, white shirt, and a silver-grey tie. Together, they looked stunning, each showing off their unique style while still looking like a perfectly matched set. Sometimes, I wished that they weren't this good looking. Because how can they be bullies but still be blessed with every good physical feature known to man?

My eyes drank in every detail, like sponges soaking up water As we walked through the magical forest, I couldn't help but notice the birds flitting about in the canopy above. These birds were unlike any I had ever seen. Their feathers shimmered with iridescent hues, reflecting shades of blue, purple, and green with every movement. Some had long, elegant tails that trailed behind them like delicate ribbons One bird, in particular, caught my eye. It had a slender body covered in midnight-blue feathers that glowed softly in the dim light. Its wings were tipped with silver, and its eyes were large and expressive, like twin sapphires.

“Hunter told me you weren’t feeling well this morning. Are you alright?” I shot Hunter a glare. He kept his expression neutral but didn’t look away. “I’m fine,” I answered. “Well, that’s good to hear.” My mother smiled. “The Alpha and I were discussing something exciting. The boys will be shifting soon. They’ll be fully recognized as wolves of this pack. Isn’t that wonderful?” I forced a smile. “Yeah. Wonderful.” I didn’t care. I wasn’t a wolf like them. I didn’t belong in this world.

"After the papers are signed next week, you'll receive the first anniversary gift from the Donna." Outside the window, the rain gradually stopped. The hunter had already closed the net, leaving the prey still sleeping peacefully in the gentle trap, unaware.

Adam smiled with real pleasure and obeyed her dismissal. Adrienne squeezed her eyes shut tightly but upon the pink-gray insides of her eyelids shadows arose. Images of being held between the Hawk's rock-hard thighs, wrapped in arms that were bands of steel. His voice murmuring her name over and over, calling her back, commanding her back. Demanding that she live. Whispering words of what? What had he said? "She lives, Lord Buzzard-" "Hawk" "Both birds of prey. What difference?" "A buzzard is a scavenger. A hawk selects his kill as carefully as a falcon. Stalks it with the same unerring con-viction. And fails as frequently which is never."

They screamed for help, seeking shelter from the low-caste predators of this hell. Dean bumps into one of the giant birds of prey. He looked up. The bird stared intently at Dean. The bird's head lowered was about to prey on Dean who looked very small to the bird's eyes. Gabriel flapped his wings only. He was able to spread his wings in hell. It flies and then draws a circle. Gabriel pointed at the bird of prey near Dean. The giant bird of prey began to squeeze and gradually split in two and died.