Birds Of Prey Novels & Stories

Pursing her lips, Summer did another search. For a few moments, her eyes moved nimbly, sweeping the screen of her phone. "Sparrows are usually very shy birds. No one can see a sparrow resting or preening its feathers with its beak. They are always wary of humans. If a human approaches, they will quickly fly away. They rarely bond with humans."

Hawks circled in the clear blue searching for prey below in glades and grasslands. Gliding aloft, wind whistling through feathers spread wide like fingers to catch the rising drafts of heat and air, heads swiveling, eyes darting, it was up not down that they should have been studying. Startled, they shrieked their displeasure as Poe parted their ranks, breaking their aerial ballet as he descended limned in argent and gold.

I looked around for something or someone, then raised my gaze to the sky, clear, showing the stars and the huge full moon, illuminating me. I lowered my gaze to continue struggling with the key and my car, but then, I felt something pass over my head. I let out a muffled scream and looked in all directions. Could it have been a bat? But it would have to be huge, right? Because whatever flew over me didn't feel small. Maybe it's just an owl. A big one. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. After that, the key worked. I entered my car as fast as I could and drove away from there.

She knew Draven would try to hinder her journey, so she was ready for it. As the first wave of birds dived toward her, she swiftly drew her blade and struck with precision. The silver gleamed as it sliced through the air, meeting its mark with deadly accuracy. Each strike was fluid and controlled, her movements were a practiced dance of survival. The enchanted blade cut through the dark magic infusing the birds, causing them to burst into clouds of black smoke as they perished.

Their stench alone was nauseating, something like spoiled meat and old blood. Ryker’s hands shot out, palms facing the oncoming swarm. The air shimmered and warped just as the birds descended in a frenzied attack. They slammed into the invisible barrier arcing over us. Their bodies crunched from the force of their impact. Bones shattered; decomposed flesh pelted the street, but the birds kept coming.

The color of the sky had then turned red like blood. The roar of the clouds sounded like the beating of some ancient drum. When Sophia raised her hand and commanded those giant mechanical birds, the entire palace area shook with a tremendous flap of wings. Those birds were not ordinary creatures; they were a special type of bio-mechanical drones created by the royal lineage, each of whose wings was sharp like steel. From a distance I saw that those mechanical birds had darkened the sky and surrounded my father’s helicopter. When the pilots of the helicopter realized that they were surrounded from all sides, they started firing randomly.

The silence in the chamber was absolute, heavy with the suffocating weight of decisions that could reshape the foundations of their world. Outside, the fortress held its breath. The pack, once loyal and structured, now shifted like sand in a gale, divided by rumors of the prophecy and the terrifying, god-like power that now radiated from their Alpha and his mate. The enemy packs, emboldened by the recent chaos, had gathered at the horizon like storm clouds, waiting for the crack in the alliance that would signal their moment to strike.

Mandy York, my girlfriend, was practically a migratory bird that always flew away during summer. Every year, during July and August, which were the hottest months of the year, she would fly off and disappear from the face of the earth. She said that it was because her company gave her a special project abroad that required absolute secrecy from her. She was also not to contact anyone during that period of time. Even when I got into a car accident last year and lay in the ICU for two months, she never called to ask about me. Plenty of times, I had comforted myself and endured the harsh summer alone. One day, I accidentally saw the social media account of a friend of mine living abro

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.

Thanks to her keen eyes, she could make out all of the species. “Eagles, hawks…” Liliana called. “And owls.” The other woman said. “It’s the predators.” “How peculiar…” The predator birds did not always travel in packs unless something out of the ordinary happened. Or, someone commanded them to do it. And they happened to associate with someone who could do it. “Shadow… I mean The Holiness.” Liliana instantly connected the dots and called up that name as it loomed inside her mind. The other woman gasped, watching the birds in amusement.