Book Feather Novels & Stories

Now, hand over my payment. Callie handed her the bag of coins and closed her eyes, concentrating at the visual of a falcon. She had seen one flying south for the winter when she was a child. She pictured the large span of wings, the dark grey feathers, the yellow beak, and the beady black eyes. Its body was compact and perfect for flying through the skies like a bullet, built for speed.

She seems hesitant but before I can say otherwise, she turns her back to me and fully lifts her shirt up to the nape of her neck, keeping the front pulled down but exposing her entire back to me and what I see takes my breath away. Instead of the standard black or white feathers, she has grey for the base and intermingled throughout the feathers, the artist has blended shades of purple into the grey. The effect is amazing, along with the intricate details making them look like real feathers, and I am unable to hold myself back from touching them.

The boy's sense of awe rippled through me as my eyes took in the Phoenix, temporarily covered in flames before it quickly snuffed the flames out and left a breathtaking bird in its place. The vibrant colours of yellow, orange, and red stretched from his beak to his tail. His feathers were mainly yellow, and I slipped from the boy's grip as I carefully approached him, stretching my fingertips out. His head slipped under my hand, pushing up into my palm in a sweeping motion that resembled petting, catching his flickering eyes on his way back up.

If she steps down as a wife, her punishment will be worse than hell, both from Feathers and from the Beta's family, she would do whatever it cost to find it. "Bring me ink and book," she demanded and one of the guard standing at the entrance walked away quickly and then came back with a bottle of ink tyht has feathers in it, with a book. Soon, the book was before Felix. "Alpha Feathers won't let you out, at least not now, I need you to draw the leave and label it in such a way that I will be able to recognize it easily," she said . "Don't worry, when I find the leave, I will add your freedom to one of my requests."

Greyson looks the other way while they do, giving them as much privacy as he can. A low screeching noise makes him turn. Chick is now a bright, almost iridescent blue bird, with a black head, a white stripe across their chest with an orange stomach. The undersides of their wings were black with white feathers in their armpits, or wing pits. He wasn’t sure of the correct term, but the bird stands around five feet tall, a bit shorter than Chick in their human form, but still incredibly impressive. They hop to the entrance and jump to fly off,

He smiled. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. She’s a sweet bird.” “I’m gonna love working here.” “Yeah, I never get tired of it. I love my job. It sure beats flipping burgers.” “Yeah. I can tell you’re passionate about it.” He smiled sheepishly, obviously uncomfortable taking compliments, even though he deserved a million of them. I gazed up at his feathered friends. “These birds are really huge.” “Beauty Queen has a wingspan of about five feet—at least the wing that’s still good.”

Ravi Lazy Arsenio unlocked his bedroom door and was surprised to find a scattering of black feathers covering the gleaming wooden floor. He stared at the tightly closed window, through which the morning sun's rays penetrated the transparent glass. The dark-haired man stooped down to pick up a feather in front of him, which felt softer and thicker than any bird feather Ravi had ever touched.

The Silent Feet came and went like wind, leaving dead bodies and blood along their trail, but people did not hear screams or chaos, just silence, followed by death. As he stared at the pretty boy, seemingly too weak to even throw a punch, challenging him, Old Snow thought the Bronze Orchid was playing tricks on him. He felt a bit disappointed that he would have to destroy such a face. It would be a shame, but the boy had brought it upon himself. As he was sure he wouldn't lose, he didn't even demand a price if he won. It was an insignificant fight that would be over in seconds. Everyone knew how it was going to end, so there was no need for all that fuss. He was wrong.

“Other new roommates. I am not yet safe. From the dense fern weed a creature proud of our light. She looked like an absurd mixture of an original raptor and a gallic chicken. The Animal was enough to my knee. It had thick, shed legs, a grumped body covered by dazzling, steel blue and emerald green feathers, and a solid, bent beak that effortlessly cracks nuts (or fingers) could. Behind the first birding tripped three more to the light. You pick curious about our modified water filters and pierce deep, grumping Sounds out. “Silas’ archive called her Gallus gallus domesticus,” Kael said quietly. ‘But the

Tomorrow is another day, and tomorrow night I’m going to need to be on my A game where Flynn Black is concerned. I can’t wait to see that sick fuck’s face when he sees Birdene hanging off my arm like eye candy. He's going to lose his shit, and I'm already giddy just thinking about it.