Birds Of Prey Novels & Stories

Having just entered this Lycan world, I was utterly captivated; the nature here was enchantingly beautiful. "Wow, look at the size of that bird! What is it?" I asked in awe. "A Lyrec," Drex answered curtly. "Its feathers are stunning!" I exclaimed. "Those birds fly incredibly high," Drex explained. "But when they descend, they’re as large as a school bus." My eyes widened. "Are you serious? Wow! I hope it stays up there, then. Is it a carnivore?" I asked, a hint of unease creeping in.

"It was a dream about the Red Bird and the Blue Lynx. About their friendship. The Lynx and the Bird were the most respected creatures in the land. The Lynx roamed the forests. The Bird, with its sharp red beak and wings, ruled the skies, singing songs. They often met at the edge of the forest, sharing stories of their adventures. They would talk. You see, the Lynx would describe the thrill of the hunt, and the Bird would speak of the wonders seen from high above. Many times, the Lynx helped the Bird find food, searching for insects and other pests.

But the best archers, the old hunters who lived in the high peaks, they prized these. They’re from a Golden Mountain Eagle. A rare, vicious predator. The oil on the feathers makes them silent. It also makes them fly truer in high winds. They’re not common. They’re a specialist’s tool. This wasn’t a random, spur of the moment attack. This was a professional hit. Kieran was incredibly lucky. Whoever is hunting him is skilled. And having these feathers means they’re patient to boot. I need to find the source.

A pair of binoculars rested on his lap. Catching sight of her, he pressed a finger to his lips, and gestured for her to join him. "Look," he whispered, pointing to a pair of fairly large birds. Pretty, with bluish-gray heads, pearly-pink breasts and brown wings mottled with black, they pecked at the ground some distance away. "Do you know what they are?" "Pigeons?" she ventured.

He stared into the red eyes of the three black birds and started walking towards the window, eyes fixed on them, body trembling. All three birds had their gazes fixed on him, as though watching him with human eyes. Strangely, he felt like a prey before its predator—even though they were just birds. Anxiety overwhelmed him as he neared. Something about the way the crows were looking at him that just seemed off.

Estella replied back changing the topic. “Indeed, and they are called birds of heaven. The ones which are red in color. And those, the blue ones, they are always in a pair, and they are called birds of soul.” Valor said explaining Estella about those birds, and continued with a question, “Haven’t you ever seen them, Estella? Or Don’t tell me, you just see the animals which you hunt!!” He raised his eyebrows and earned a hard glare from her side. She punched his forearm softly warning,

"Wanna sit on the swing while we eat?" I nodded and smiled around my cup. "Sounds perfect." We ate mostly in companionable silence as we watched the birds dance around the trees. Along the power lines sat three bluejays, one sitting slightly further away than the other two. Almost as if it were ostracized from his mates. My heart fell a little at the sight. The lone bird held both a meaning for me and a message. "Liz?" "Hm?" "You know when Mykel is coming home?"

They could only carefully travel through the sky. Chirp! A terrifying sound shot through the sky. Fane and the others looked toward the direction of the sound and realised that there were pairs of eyes staring at them from the front. “Guys, look! My goodness! If we don’t look carefully, we can’t even see that they are right in front of us! Black feathered monster beasts and they look like they belong to the family Accipitridae—eagles!” One man spotted the black feathered beasts in front of them; he could not help but gulped and ceased flying immediately.

My legs tremble so much that I don't know how I'm still standing. The forest is so silent that I can only hear the sound of my stealthy and painful breathing. The birds that I used to hear singing every day when I woke up seem to have moved away. Making this forest even more depressing. I have never seen any kind of animal or bird in person, only the sounds they emit. Birds are said to be carnivores, that they feed on domestic animals. That they are lost in the forest or abandoned by their owners, to be devoured.

Everything that gets in their way ages and dies. Rana's vibrations encourage the animals from the forest to attack. The moose use their majestic antlers as weapons and spears everything that gets in their way. The wide-open terrifying maws of the grizzly bears and sharp claws cut through the flesh of their opponents. With cunning skill attacking in packs, the wolves tear their preys to shreds. The birds blind the enemy with their flapping wings and peck ruthlessly with their sharp beaks anywhere they can access.