Birds Of Prey の小説・ストーリー

Muzzle flashes are strobing through every window, turning the fog orange and white. We sprint into the dark. The mud grabs at my bare feet, pine needles slicing my soles, but I keep running because the sounds of the boots behind us are getting louder. We hit the tree line, the thick canopy swallowing whatever little moonlight was cutting through the clouds. It’s pure, blind dark out here. Suddenly, a massive spotlight flares to life from the driveway, cutting through the branches like a silver blade. It catches us. “Target sighted!” a voice shouts from the brush to our left.

"What kind of problem?" "The northern border. We found more dead birds this morning. Dozens of them—ravens, hawks, even a few owls." He runs a hand through his dark hair. "All of them have their necks snapped clean. No other injuries, no signs of predation." My stomach drops. This is getting worse, not better. "Any patterns?" I ask, though I already know the answer. "Same as before. Arranged in circles, like some kind of ritual. But there's no scent, no tracks, nothing to indicate what's doing this." James's voice drops. "Alpha, this is the fourth incident in two weeks. Whatever's killing them, it's not natural."

“Come now. We must find some food for you and then get to test your abilities. The pair spent the day together on what would almost be called a beach by human standards. The water resembled that of an ocean, wide and deep but it was not blue but a deep purple that it almost was tinted black. The sand under her feet was a deep blue that only when there was a break in the dark clouds from up above could she see it wasn’t again black. When he had said the entire plane had gone into hibernation, she had no idea what he meant. Little by little as the day went on and he tests her powers and made notes of this or that, she noticed that the colors would change. He seemed not to notice at all.

His tattoos spread from the left side of his neck down his entire arm. “Thank you,” Elyssa replied, smiling. “They say you’re with the resistance?” “They call us that because we refuse to accept the dark,” he continued. “I am Aries, the alpha of the Palecrest pack, and we believe the wolves are to serve the gods who blessed us, not the dark.”

143 - The Revenge Served Ten Years Too Late (1) The moment the fluctuating barrier surrounding the Second Peak broke, the flying beasts seemingly had their bloods stimulated after they smelled the scent of humans. With eerie bird-like calls leaving their fanged mouths, the flock of Arctic Fox Bats rushed in to search for prey to devour. Though a handful of them saw Ye Hua and his group and attacked them, the majority of the flying beasts chose to go for the obvious weaker and easier prey scattered within the mountain.

He was sure even a whisper would alert the shadow he was looking at in the dark. What it was, he didn’t know. He was sure, though, that it was bent over to a lump, unmoving body of someone. The creature was groaning, but its prey was no longer in the defense. Adjusting to the darkness, it became a challenge not to make a noise when he took in the feature of the monster. It looked just like the ones from the movie he, and others before her, were so fond of binge-watching. “What is happening?” he whispered, tears racing down once again as he slowly moved back.

He looked at the door in anticipation as he thought to himself, "These next few years are going to be interesting." Mane looked at the creatures that were flying a few feet above his head. These beasts were grey in color with a patch of black on the feathers of their necks. They were as large as an average ten year old and looked like large sized crows. And they were extremely tricky. Mane wrinkled his brow at how much work these crows had given him. These birds were called black necked crows. They were known for their speed and evasiveness, as well as their high attack prowess. Fortunately, these birds had very poor defense and so that could be exploited. Unfortunately, their great speed ma

Her blood ran cold on the sight before her, judging from what she could see she was the most covered of all the other pets, many of them were naked and some wore clothes that left little to nothing for imagination. Her breath hitched in her throat, few of the females had pets which were of course males. The scars where they had been whipped were evident on many of the pets, they also had bite marks. Isabella watched in horror as one of the Male vampires fed from his pet and he looked closely at her, she flinched and clutched tightly to Alessandro.

He sanctified his hands with the anointing oil and prayed for forgiveness for associating himself with unholy things in a shrine. The chirps of a half-dozen birds filled the air as they circled back and forth. Peter felt something was wrong somewhere but he could not understand what was wrong. The birds flew in a circle, singing silently while looking at the defeathered chickens. Then they perched on the dead chickens and started feeding on it. They fed on the chickens for some seconds before flying away with the little pieces they could gather in their mouths.

That is my dream. We get there and laugh and joke about Dylan dating Melissa. It’s nice to see him happy. I show him some of the new things me and Jen have been working on. Dylan smiled at me. “Do you know Jen is a Harris Hawk? They are known as the wolves of the sky, as they are so sociable. They usually hunt and live in groups. I read a book on them recently.” I just stared at my big brother. “You read some crap, don’t you?” We both burst out laughing. “But no, I didn’t know any of that. Maybe that’s why we get along so well. We’re loners. We’re both separate from the pack.”