Evil White Bird From Rio Novels & Stories

Evan thought as a glint of cruelty passed flash his eyes. As expected, after a few minutes of fighting, the big bird with brown and black feathers fall from the sky after it was defeated, the person who seems to be the one who is leading the group in white also fell wounded from the trees. His junior brothers immediately attended to him when he spat out blood, his face pale.

Aranjo got up from her seat and was very happy to see that the little bird had recovered. The little power of the Emperor certainly exerted a very strong influence. Not many were lucky enough to have the opportunity to receive the magic power of the Emperor. After several flights around Aranjo, the little bird flew to the emperor, as if to say thank you. "Make sure you return the girl's kind favor!" the Emperor said as the little bird flew in front of him. The little bird flew around the Emperor and then flew away leaving them. Griffin, that's what the little bird was called. Eagle bird with lion body which is a spirit animal living in the fog forest.

But Rio’s gaze locked on the Pale Elder. She stood across the swamp, barefoot on the water’s surface, unmoving. Her voice floated across the distance like silk. “This is only the beginning, boy. You’ll burn like the rest of your cursed bloodline.” Visions slammed into Rio’s mind—his family, slaughtered. Junie impaled, screaming in flames. “Not this time,” he growled. “Not again.” As the Pale Elder vanished into the mist, Rio turned to his battered but unbroken rebels.

"I think you've got the wrong person. My name is Aria Carver. I'm just an ordinary human." The white tiger stared in shock, its eyes nearly bulging. It leaped into the air, landing beside the Vermilion Bird in disbelief. "Have you lost your mind?" it roared. "She's just a mortal! How could she possibly be our master?" The Vermilion Bird slowly lifted its head. Anger burned in its ruby-red eyes. Without warning, it swung its wing. The white tiger skidded several feet back, barely regaining its footing. Clutching its stinging cheek, it stared at the Vermillion Bird in disbelief. "H-How dare you hit me?"

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

Snow Eagle was a highly intelligent bird that could recognize its master, so no one else could ride it unless it was Darryl himself. 'Damn it!' Several times, Prince Auten came dangerously close to falling off. He was anxious and enraged. He drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed Snow Eagle in the back.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Loki, flew overhead, his Raven flying over us as the dark shadow went through the crowd. As fucking cheesy as it was, Uriel had mentioned having birds fly overhead with our searing kiss, but with the help of my brother, we did something better. Phoenix birds of Hell rose to the sky, their flaming tails of fire exploding overhead, scorching the sky. Feathers dropped from their wings and tails, only to ignite and flame out just before hitting the crowd. The ash, now white as snow, dusting us all.

He saw the guilt swimming in her eyes but he didn’t want to hear it. Kara’s lips pressed together and she gave a small nod, turning her gaze back to the shimmering pool. The breeze swept across her face, carrying with it the faint smell of the evening air. Every so often, she stole glances at his profile sharp against the faint light, the bandage still wrapped firmly around his arm, the tattoos carved into his skin. Her eyes caught on something written across his upper chest. She leaned a little closer before she realized what it was. Little Bird. She gulped. Asking about it would only dig into Emilia and she wasn’t ready for the topic so instead, she choose to say something else.