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.

"Vermilion Bird?" White Light was shocked to see the blue firebird appear above Long Chen. It was one of the ancient beasts that was very close to fire. If the Phoenix had eternal life and could be reborn from fire, then the Vermilion Bird was a true bird that lived in the fire itself. They were familiar with various types of fire, including hellfire. In fact, the Vermilion Bird's fire was said to be even more powerful than the Phoenix's own fire.

“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

“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.

I noticed something on the ground and bent down to investigate, but was interrupted when I felt liquid on the back of my neck. “What is going on?” I yelled, looking up. From the window of the tower, I could see the creature sticking her head out, ready to throw down something. “You throw that, and you die,” I said, throwing my voice up. I transformed my eyes into my wolf form and zoomed into her window. Now I could see she had a plate of a half-eaten cake in her hand. My voice had startled her and her eyes were wide with fear. She took a deep intake of breath and mumbled something before sticking her head back in.

“The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.” All of them mulled over Eva’s words for a few moments before Doreth chipped in her thoughts. “Let’s add a little Drogar flair to your Ravens,” she said. “We’ve got a similar bird - Ventrii Stalkers. They’re these hunter/fishers that’re smaller and less aggressive than Avicii Raptors, but definitely smarter and way more agile.” “Oh, good pick,” added Severas. “Most birds on the planet are in constant conflict with each other. The war co