Fable Sparrow Novels & Stories

Her eyes felt like they were growing bigger than her sockets, and her hair stood on end. *"Oh, don't worry. You'll find out soon enough", Alpha Marcus said, almost sounding delighted. "A few minutes now, and the first effects should wear off."* *Adrienne tried to shift. Nothing happened. Snow? First effects of what? Had he poisoned her?* *A fresh wave of pain washed through her, and this time, it was a guttural growl that left her mouth, on Snow's voice.* *"Why can't I shift? My wolf...what happened to her?"*

He was so smart on top of that, it made it really easy to babysit him, Evan had already learnt a few words which he frequently used to convey things like, sippy for water, yes and no, yum for food, etc, otherwise it was just random babbling. Whenever Lucas would be too busy to give him attention, he would put on rhymes for him on the television or on the phone and Evan would obediently watch that, until the older would come and play with him. Evy, as Lucas had started to fondly call him, loved his sketchbook and colours with all his heart and soul, the only time Lucas had ever seen him cry hysterically, was when he had accidently spilled water on the book with his sipper, and all his colourf

`Two weeks in the North~ ~Nyx~ I successfully made it to the north with the help of Duke Noc. He offered to let me stay in his manor until I got my bearings about me. The room he gave me was absolutely beautiful. There’s no way he knows that I am noble born. If he knew that I was a Sparrow I doubt he would be as willing as he is to help me. The Sparrow family has a feud that goes back years with the Duke of the North. It was vital that I kept it to myself since I wasn’t sure how he would react if he knew. I shook those thoughts from my head and decided to go about my day.

The deafening silence seemed like it lasted for hours. "Was the food delicious?" she asked out of the blue. He lifted his gaze at her in shock. "Mh?." "I mean dinner, was it nice?." "Oh, sure it was." "Sabina is a very good cook, unlike Zara." "Sorry, which are Sabina and Zara?" Jason asked confused. Sophia smiled knowing he was always never down to earth. "Sabina is the short one, then Zara tall and lanky." "Just like you" he added jokingly.

NARRATIVE POV Raven and Sparrow arrive back at the Slaughtered Lambs pack. Both were nervous and excited at the same time. Sparrow knew that everything about his life would change from this moment on. He had a mate. Not just a mate, but his true mate, and she was perfection in his eyes.

He thought that the Ghost Valley Sage was foolish to go to those lengths for a mere attendant. Meanwhile, back in the abyss, Darryl slowly opened his eyes which were crackling with electricity while his whole body was filled with tyrannical energy. After a few hours, he had finally mastered the Power of Bird Ancestor. In addition, he had given the new strange fire a new name—the Heavenly Sparrow Spiritual Flame. The word sparrow was in commemoration of the Red Sparrow Queen.

“We’ll enjoy seeing how a fish fucks.” Dove’s cheeks pinked and she avoided looking at Lyric. “You’re kidding,” Lyric was nauseated. “They need to verify that you’re both fulfilling your purpose,” Dove replied. “The guards perform that service.” “Free pornography,” one of them commented, and all laughed. “Bonus privileges for those who give us a good show.” “Great,” Lyric said through her teeth. “Do they watch Sparrow fuck too?” “No,” Dove shook her head. “Sparrow is different. He is a victim of monsters and has been loyal to the Order since he was a teenager. He seeks a cure for his lycanism.”

They often got on well enough to know about each other, or at the very least, entertain mutual and civil respect for one another. Samuel and I knew well enough that there was no Sparrow Harpy Clan. Such a thing didn't exist. The closest to this was the Hawk Harpy Clan, which had sparrow hawks within that clan, but they were very different and no Harpy bore a shifter's mark either. This young Sparrow was a true sparrow shapeshifter, and this hoard of Dark Ones had cut off one of her wings at such a young age. If she had ever flown before, being so young, she might have before now... yet if she had? Unfortunately, she would never again feel the joy of flight.

Tyboll I am fully recovered, but Honey is in bad shape. It does no good to remind him that he brought this on himself. We've managed to keep sedation dart guns away from my wily wolf daughter, but obviously she got her hands on the mushrooms that bent me double yesterday. Honey's a wimp because he's moaning loudly and won't listen when I tell him he won't die.