Feather Oblivion Novels & Stories

Blue showed a smirk after getting his answer. He then put his legs down and stood up to tidy his shirt then said, “Well then listen up! I am Blue Feather, the main branch descendants of the Feather family of the Level 9 Leila Civilization. I am here under the orders of our family to investigate the cause of death of one of our descendants a million years ago, Azul Feather. You'd better cooperate with me obediently to find the murderer, and then submit to the Feather family. Otherwise...not only you will die, but also your family. Little level 7 civilization will also be completely destroyed.” That being said…

My thick skin and feathers could not prevent the heart piercing pain I felt through my entire body. My body was crushing under the grip of the thorney tendrils. The black magic users started to advance towards the phoenix shifter. If they succeeded to take her feathers then it was going to end up being a disaster. Defeating them will be impossible if a single feather falls in thei hand. Not only they are going to be blessed with the power of reborn but also make the deads a new life if the dark magic and powers of feather combines together .

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

I felt my shoulder and frowned as the memory of that stinging sensation as it flooded my mind. "What do you remember?" The Alpha demanded to know. "I was running and then I met someone and someone or something stabbed my shoulder. " I gasped remembering it all so clearly now. The Alpha nodded a flicker of anger crossed his face as he turned to the window obviously not wanting to recall it. "A rogue. A strange one we think was a spy of some sort. " He said. "A spy but why?" He turned back to face me and shook his head. He sat on the edge of the bed taking my hands into his.

As his words fell, a powerful, terrifying roar reverberated in the distance. A violent sound, full of rage, tore through the air. It seemed an even more fearsome beast was approaching. Adrian's eyes gleamed coldly as he sensed the change. From the distant horizon, a massive creature emerged from the void. It was an ancient beast—a bird, to be precise. Adrian's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected it to be an ancient beast, let alone one as powerful as the Red Feather Divine Bird. The bird's greatest strength lay in its wings, forged from mystic iron. A single blow from those wings could inflict excruciating pain and even shatter the body of anyone struck by them.

He plucked it up and lifted it to his nose and identified it as his own. "Why is one of my feathers here?" He asked Atlas between clenched teeth. Sophia pulled the feather from his fingers and said," Please don't destroy that feather, I find it fascinating and it gives me solace." Faelon glared in bewilderment at her as Atlas snickered. "Do you know what that feather is?" Faelon questioned angrily. Twirling it in her fingers, Faelon's eyes widened seeing small blue sparks on her fingers. They coiled up her digits as they joined with the hellfire still present in his feather.

Stella froze for a moment before reaching out stiffly. She picked up the top document with a dismissive look, clearly assuming it was just a bluff. However, the next second, her expression changed instantly. The disdain vanished, replaced by shock. Her pupils shrank. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. "How… how is this possible…? "How do you have this many shares?" Hudson rushed forward, snatching the documents from her hands. "Impossible! This has to be fake!" He shouted, "You're lying! Damon, how could you possibly have this kind of money? These shares… these clearly…"

It ruffled its feathers, tilted its head back, and let out a thin, high cry, like the first crack forming on a sheet of ice. Silvyr slid off the windowsill, ran barefoot to the window, and pressed her face against the glass. "Snowfeather! Snowfeather's back!" Silas looked out the window. The sky over the North was very low, clouds pressing down on the mountain ridge. The same as three hundred years ago, yet not the same. He pressed his palm against the glass. The lily-of-the-valley mark cast a small patch of light on the windowpane, landing right on the pine bough where the Snowfeather perched. The bird looked down at the spot of light, cocked its head, spread its wings, and flew north.

After all was said and done, the ritual ended with the pack howling skyward in unison toward the skylight dome ceiling, right under the full moon. Then came the feast. One loud celebration with long tables, roasted meat, overflowing goblets of wine. Laughter rolled like thunder as the assembly grew louder, messier, and rowdier. A sudden noise gathered the attention of the crowd. Freya had collapsed.

They shot into the air, vanishing into the heavy clouds in a chaotic whirl of dark feathers and cold wind. "NOOOO!" Sylvara’s scream was the only thing left echoing in the empty clearing. ------ Sylvara scrambled to her feet, her neck craning toward the gray sky where the dark trail of feathers was already fading into the clouds. Her breath hitched as she noticed a swarm of black specks emerging from the horizon. They moved with a terrifying, synchronized speed, like a cloud of locusts. As they drew closer, her blood ran cold; these weren't birds. They were dozens of Morgana’s elite demon soldiers, their leathery wings beating against the air with a sound like rolling thunder. Morgana had se