Dreaming Bird Novels & Stories

The bird was huge, even when it was on the same leveled ground as me; I still had to look up to stare into its blazing golden fire eyes. We stayed like that, seconds turned to hours. What was like piercing claps of thunder rumbled in the sky and the strong whir of a heavy gust of wind filled the air. The bird opened its beak to squeak, but instead of an animalistic shriek; it roared royally: “GRISHA” And then, it flapped its humongous wings and took off! My eyes popped open and I found myself sleeping on my back on the bed, my arms positioned on my sides and my whole body utterly rested and relaxed. My PJ top and bottoms were all dry. I stared at the dark ceiling and recalled the dream/visio

Their pearly feathers shine silver under the glinting moonbeams. Just like the silver birds in my dream earlier. “It’s weird,” I say, turning to look at Alastaire. “Before you woke me up… I was having this dream. About silver birds, really high up. And I was… I think I was a bird too. Or becoming one. Stupid, right?” I giggle at the end, wondering if he’ll laugh or think I’m a freak for telling him that. “Seriously?” Alastaire asks, his cool gaze suddenly turning to surprise.

I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

Though Shawn slept soundly, his breath steady, his grip remained unyielding, adding to Dean's sense of helplessness. His gaze slowly shifted from the dim ceiling to the window, where the moonlight spilled across the glass, casting an eerie stillness over the night. At that moment, he noticed a small bird perched on a branch outside. Its feathers trembled gently in the faint breeze. It lifted its head, flapped its wings once, and then, with a soft flutter, it leaped into the night sky, disappearing into the darkness. Dean followed its flight with his eyes, a pang of quiet sorrow rising within him. He sighed softly, a thought creeping into his mind: “Why can't I be as free as that bird?”

“No, you’re not going crazy, and, yes, I did speak.” The bird took two steps forward. “So, can we dispense with the disbelief and discuss what you’re looking for? I have a feeling I know.” “You… talk?” Logan was glad to hear he could talk. Apparently, hallucinations went with Crazy, too. The bird could also sigh. Even roll her eyes. It was a her, wasn’t it? “Yes. I talk. I also fly, but that doesn’t seem to be all that interesting to you, and I promise you it’s far more complicated than those airplanes y’all are so thrilled with. That’s why your kind can’t do it.”

She followed his eyes to the line of birds migrating above. She studied him again. His lips curved lightly now, eyes squinted, gaze softened like the birds whispered something he inexplicably understood. “I do wish I was a bird,” he muttered, releasing a rustled laugh. “Some people are born with wings but never leave the ground. Birds are the only creatures that can fly wherever they want without needing a physical wings to guide them.” Isla looked at the birds again, her brows knitting as she tried to unlock meaning from the metaphor.

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was a word I never expected out of his lips but he had made a whole portrait about it. He looked away from me and turned to the painting with a forlorn look like he was relieving a memory. “The bird wants to be with the fish but their worlds are too far apart. The bird knows it will die if it stays with the fish, but it’s hoping that one day, maybe the fish would leave its little friends and look at it. Hoping that once day, its feelings will be reciprocated, and if the fish as much as asks it dive, best believe it would be asking how deep.”

Lucien's p.o.v The chirping sound of the birds woke me up from my sleep. I sat upright, stretching my arms out on the floor of my treehouse. My eyes wandered around the wild and the view of the blooming flowers was indeed a beautiful sight to behold. It is my third fifth day today and I had had the same dream again but this time it was different.

Damien's POV~ That night, I dreamt again. I was standing on the road where the vultures used to hang out. Their black remains still covered the ground, wings wide and dead, just as before. But then, one by one, they stood up. With one motion, they turned their heads, and their lifeless black heads turned to me. My chest grew tight. I wanted to get up, but my legs were weighted down with fear. My own wolf rumbled around uneasily, and I heard him. The vultures did not come nearer. They only watched, waiting.