Flightless Birds Book Novels & Stories

Just as I was thinking this, his cool voice suddenly rang in my ear, "You've been staring at my hands. Since you like them so much, do you really not want me to leave them to you?" "Ahem!" I almost choked on my saliva and quickly averted my gaze. "No, I... I was just curious about the book you're reading." "M's Avian Manuscript," Cyrus turned the cover of the book towards me. My eyes lit up—I knew this book! It was an extremely detailed collection of bird illustrations, featuring many rare hand-drawn avian images. Because I had loved birds since I was young, I had heard about it and wanted to find a copy, only to discover it was out of print and not even available in libraries. I didn't expe

I had stayed away from that room, wanting to give Leo my sincere, surprised face of me marvelling over all those gorgeous books. The library itself was about half the length of the entire fourth floor. It held floor-to-ceiling rows of records, books, tomes, and parchments. At least thousands of books had to be neatly stacked against the walls. I noticed an extensive oak desk with more books piled on top of it at the back end of the library. There was also a map behind it that depicted all the regions of Airedah. The capital region, Seagull’s Bay, was at the bottom of the map. It was the continent’s second-biggest city and entryway to Airedah. The biggest was Cardinal City. The royal family l

Well, let us be grateful for what was already beside me, ready to support me without any hesitation. Speaking of mother, she could be worried about me now since I had been here for a couple of hours already. I left her back home after dinner. It was an unspoken thing that I must fly—I mean, what was the use of wings if you weren't going to fly? Wings were used for flying! Even those fat chickens fly! Even ostriches—wait, ostriches do not fly! Stupid Cyan, stupid Cyan. What birds can't fly other than ostriches, though? Gotta Boogle that later.

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

It was a huge red bird flying all around the forest. Boogsh! Boogsh! “What is happening?!” The students who were in the forest heard a loud screech. The students panicked when they saw a huge bird in the sky. Soheila smirked when she saw the huge bird in the sky. This bird is neither a Phoenix nor a Vermilion Bird. It's a Gigantic Firebird. In a book she had read, the Gigantic Firebird is third only to the Phoenix and Vermilion Bird. Its aura made the spirit beasts around the forest hide and when Soheila increased her five senses, she immediately felt the presence of a spirit beast. A Gigantic Firebird is also an ancient spirit beast that made them rare. Soheila could only see this in a book

he asked. “I know it's NOT a Copper-winged Eagel due to the visible characteristics of this bird. According to ‘Ancient Savage Beasts, Volume II,’ on the 26th shelve, on the first row of the 2-star Book Collection Vault, the 465th chapter, paragraph three, makes mention that the Copper-winged Eagle is widely known for its extremely sharp wings, and soft, or you can say ‘blunt’, claws. Yet, what I see before me is a very normal russet-coloured winged bed, and extremely sharp claws. Just by looking at the depression on the foot of the cage, you'll understand what I mean.

But he had to be patient, at least, until Derek casts her aside. Emma could feel her heart pounding hard, but it was more out of excitement than fear. She should be afraid, the bird was a true raptor, but it was magnificent. It had black eyes! Round, shiny, very intelligent black eyes. She stared at it for fully two minutes. That wasn't normal, she was certain. Very slowly, so she wouldn't startle the creature, she backed across the room to the small bookshelf in the room. Still looking at the bird, she slid her fingers over the animal books she had gotten acquainted with yesterday until she found the one she wanted. It slipped off the shelf into her waiting hand, the pages already turning t