Consider The Birds Novels & Stories

I've always loved birds. They remind me of the freedom I never had. I've always wished for the ability to fly away from the misery of my life like those birds. But right now, there's nothing in the world which I hate more than birds. I scramble around the bed to look for pillows. A sigh of relief leaves my mouth as soon as I grab two pillows and put them beside my ears. My head is pounding and the chirping noise of the birds isn't helping one bit.

I wondered if he'd ever forgive me. Seeing my hesitation, Jonathan spoke gently. "Gina, there's no lasting grudge between father and daughter. He's always cared about you. The moment he found out you were in danger, he rushed to buy the next available flight. Hearing your voice would mean more to him than any message I could send." Encouraged by his words, I finally pressed the call button. It barely rang twice before the call was answered. "Sweetheart, are you okay? You scared me half to death!"

"Have you ever wondered what it's like to fly?" I asked quietly, watching as the clouds and birds floated across the blue sky above us. A bird was the first animal noise I had heard when Sapphire had broken us out of my in-ground prison, I had been fascinated with them since, but had fallen in love with them the moment I learned that they could fly. Could you imagine? Being able to fly away from your problems? Never having to look back.

Viola said as she saw me off till I entered my Limousine. My driver, James was waiting for me and as he drove he made me laugh with one of his jokes. "Boss, do you have any idea why all these chickens and birds roam the street colliding with motors on the main road? " James said indicating the birds that flew from our road as he drove. "I don't know, tell me why?" I said already anticipating to laugh. "I think they are running away from their partners since it would be weird for their partner to have sex with them on the road, James said.

"We will have to move to your office then" Aiden said, walking out from the human's presence, he turned to look at his mate and he caught her. Staring at a bird, he looked at the bird for a minute, then waved his head, after his encounter with the bird in the human land, birds had become his enemies. "Yes alpha king, definitely"

I just fucking can’t. An idea pops into my mind. “Raven does.” Baz raises his eyebrows. “She talks to birds; she doesn’t memorize their plumage.” “But other birds do.” I hop up, feather still in hand. “She’ll know how to find out.” And it’ll be well worth whatever bullshit I have to endure to get it.

My saviour. My lifeline. “It’s okay, Little Bird…” His voice finds me through the chaos I find myself lost in. “He won’t hurt you.” But he is… By taking you away from me and putting his hands on me… “Nathanial….” Andrea says his name in a clipped manner. “What is the meaning of this? Take your hands off Birdene this instant.” Spinning us around to face Andrea, a look of helplessness, for me, gleams in her hazel eyes that almost look identical to mine.

Every morning the birds come to the tree near the house of Dexter, the people have learned it and they come to see, the wonderful view, the group of birds, coming from the forest, giving wild fruits to Dexter. The fruits contain wide variety of wild berries and some other small fruits, that the birds can carry on their beaks. The birds are also of different sizes and colors. It becomes an spectacle view near the house of Dexter, having different types of birds gathered every morning. Some, used to take a video of it, while some , simply watch and enjoy the show.

Leaning more toward the Violet Rain Bird, he thought, ‘An avian creature would be more advantageous! The Violet Rain Bird would certainly provide immense benefits in navigating adverse situations and scouting the terrain. With that in mind, Adrian began to formulate a plan. He believed the time had come to act. The two legendary beasts were nearing their limits, and if he waited any longer, one might succumb, unwilling to retreat. Adrian knew beasts often resorted to self-detonation as a last resort as he had encountered such creatures before.

As they glided in swiftness, a flash of rich browns and brilliant blues followed them in a trail. Then slowly, they switched their pace, disappearing into blurry lines that were too much of a strain in the eye to follow. And in one swift motion none of them could predict, all birds fast-attacked the crystal—all coming from different directions. The contact caused a series of explosions, dissipating the birds in the process. But its aftermath left them tumbling on their backs as it caused the ground to tremor. The amount of power those harmless-looking little birds had was too much. It became a reminder that they shouldn’t be underestimated.