Book Feather Novels & Stories

The night stretched long and thin around in icewood. Outside, the wind combed through the frost-heavy pines, carrying whispers that could have been breath — or memory. The feather lay before me on the desk, glimmering faintly under the candlelight. Its veins pulsed with a color I couldn’t name, neither violet nor silver, but something between the two — something alive. Bobby had refused to leave, posted by the door like a sentinel carved from impatience and loyalty. Every few moments, he would mutter something under his breath — a joke to fill the silence, but the words always died before they left his mouth.

She moved from where she had been standing, trying with all the courage she could gather, to go close to the feather, she made a move to hold it, but then, she stopped herself, afraid that it might hurt her in one way or the other, but then, with her eyes fixated on the feather, something stranger even happened. The feather started forming tiny holes around the corner, she could feel the porosity of the feathers, that surrounded her, it suddenly didn't feel so abstract anymore. She wasn't supposed to be able to see the air, but she was seeing the air, and feeling it. She unconsciously raised her hand and it started lifting her up, she was supposed to be scared, but she didn't, she instead, s

She might have looked fragile, but she was definitely courageous. The entire mountain top was already shrouded in lightning, but Peacock Lilibet effortlessly floated between them. She stopped at the mountain top and then quickly made her way back. Within a few seconds, she was already back at the stone castle, and she had an Echeveria peacockii in her hands. It was apparent the lightning had not struck her at all; there was not a wound on her body. The Flying Feathers Alliance members erupted in a loud cheer, and even the White Tiger King and the other Beast Alliance members were nodding their heads in admiration.

“For real.” Kai wiggled wildly in his chair, his small hands flailing in the air. “Mommy’s gonna have the bestest nest ever!” He turned to Koa, practically vibrating with excitement. “Right, Koa?! It’s gonna be soooo soft!” Koa gasped again, his curls bouncing with the movement. “Yeah! With all the blankets! And, and—maybe even some of those fluffy feather thingies!” Kai smacked the table. “Feathers?! Mommy, can we have feathers?”

It’ѕ a collection only a gіrl соuld understand, a ѕоft ріnk feather, a small nail file, a ѕіnglе dіаmоnd еаrrіng аnd a thіn, and small nоtераd wіth a реn tucked inside thе pages. I рісk up thе іtеmѕ оnе bу one. Thе feather іѕ mаttеd and оld, but оbvіоuѕlу a keepsake. Thе dіаmоnd ѕtud actually lооkѕ rеаl. Thе nail fіlе іѕ tiny, аnd has a рlаѕtіс tоrtоіѕе ѕhеll hаndlе.

The thing clung to the webs, munching on the ones it had torn away, while its beady eyes fixed on me. Was it wishing the webs were my skin? Was it going to try and tear it from me when I wasn’t looking? “What the fuck is that thing?!” someone cried out from the front of the room, to draw all attention towards them. The person was covered in shining dark-blue feathers that were tipped white. Its massive white knife-like talons pointed at Steel, trembling. I noticed blood smeared over them, which covered its Banded wrist. Its head resembled a bird’s; complete with a giant white beak that had a metallic blue stripe along the top. The end of its beak was zig-zagged, before pulling into a chipped

He plucked it up and lifted it to his nose and identified it as his own. "Why is one of my feathers here?" He asked Atlas between clenched teeth. Sophia pulled the feather from his fingers and said," Please don't destroy that feather, I find it fascinating and it gives me solace." Faelon glared in bewilderment at her as Atlas snickered. "Do you know what that feather is?" Faelon questioned angrily. Twirling it in her fingers, Faelon's eyes widened seeing small blue sparks on her fingers. They coiled up her digits as they joined with the hellfire still present in his feather.

Turns out it’s not the sort of thing that holds fingerprints. A peacock feather.

I stroked it, sitting on the chair in the hospital’s corridor. According to Archer, ever since we left for the race, Carol had been waiting for us to get out of the dreamcatcher in the library. Vera, Miya and Zared tried to feed it, but it refused to eat. I tried to feed it some flower flames, but it flew to the window of this corridor after Zephyr. Carol had learnt to fly already and the heart feather Miya talked about had budded over its chest. In a few days, we’d know its gender.

It flapped them gracefully and said, "How about it? Aren't they beautiful? Hee hee, when I need to use them, I take them out. When I don't, I just put them away. That's so convenient, isn't it? You look surprised. Meow, haha, aren't my feathers so pretty? Let me tell you, there is absolutely no creature more beautiful than me in this world..." Before it could finish speaking, a colorful figure flew across the sky. It was a Phoenix Feather Emperor Bird. This kind of bird was unique to the Southern Wilderness. It had the same beautiful colorful feathers as phoenixes. It was called the most beautiful bird in the Southern Wilderness. When its wings were spread, they flashed with different dreamy