Evil White Bird From Rio Novels & Stories

"She's an eagle shifter and she's been showing her displeasure in the only way she can. You and your thick skull just aren't listening." I lift my arm and examine it and then my gaze travels to my shoulder where a certain smelling dropping landed earlier. It all becomes crystal clear. I've been had by a yellow-bellied eagle shifter. She even laughed and made up some stupid disease. Without bothering to say goodbye, I shift and fly away with laughter trailing behind me. A certain woman is about to meet her match. ***

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

it kept on yelling at Abednego. "The game is now, to bring him down, the time is ripe for Igodo forest, yes, for the entire evil forest to drink his blood," the things thundered as it crunched down on the head of Matendechere and chewed, laughed and cried as it devoured her flesh from slit area. Licking the blood that was dropping from the head. Abednego's mind, body, soul weren't prepared for this moment. The thing pulled bowels out from the lifeless body of Matendechere. Abednego's world… shattered and crumbled right before his very eyes.

"Bishop Eloise, what else is here that I don't know." "There is a lot here which you don't know and you have never heard, so I am saying, hold my hand and walk, otherwise 'it' keeps on going like this," Bishop Eloise said, pointing at the bird whose noise was coming back hitting the mountains. "What is this thing?" Pawn Clara asked as she saw the bird that came to Bishop Eloise like an obedient pet at the sound of her whistle. "Pecan Zorro yew," Bishop Eloise replied. "Huh!" Pawn Clara got confused.