Freaks Of A Feather Novels & Stories

“It’s too late. They’ve already reached the front.” All four of them; my parents and his, held hands in a wobbly circle, moving with more enthusiasm than rhythm. Dad stepped too far left at one point and bumped into Milo’s mom, who laughed and accidentally swayed into my mom. It was chaotic. Embarrassing. Absolutely precious. I snorted. “This is tragic.” “It’s art,” Milo countered, eyes sparkling. The music picked up into a lively country tune. Faye’s boots tapped against the wooden floor, her voice smooth and warm as she sang about young love and long summers and riverside memories.

I patted his shoulder, smiled calmly, and said, "Let him be. He won't last long." I had already prepared for it. I saved every video of Jay with his parade of models and sent them anonymously to multiple media outlets. As expected, the scandal exploded. Jay's dirty secrets were everywhere. He became the top public enemy overnight, yet the best part was still coming. The mighty Dawson Corporation got hit with a massive tax evasion scandal. It was a shocking amount. Their stocks plummeted, almost hitting limit down. Jay scrambled to salvage the situation, but no one lent a hand to save him.

Life is too short, to dwell on sad things for long, which is why Augustus Hale, always believed in moving forward with the best memories. He was a positive person, but at the same time sensitive, and he acknowledged all his flaws, because he was aware of the beauty of imperfection. He let his passionate and dreamy soul guide him towards his destiny, like a free bird, who fell a lot of times, before finally relishing the joy of flight. Coming to London was a hasty decision all together, but his friend Austin had saved him from regretting it.

Sofia muttered. "Are you crying?" Rico asked, reaching for her. She wiped her cheeks, raising her head for the first time. "I'm not sure I can handle this," she shook her head. *Damn,* Rico swore, how he survived the heart attack, only God could tell. *She couldn't be serious...right?* "Sofia?" "It's just... I fret easily and I'm not a crowd person except at work..." "Thought you quit." "Hmm?" She looked at him.

Slowly, Rudy noticed that he was becoming more and more like Fane. He slowly understood why Fane was always so calm, and why none could get to his head. Fwoop! Fwoop! Fwoop! Countless rainbow-colored feathers viciously slammed onto the surface of the stage. Fane barely managed to avoid them all. He looked up at the Thousand Feathered Beast in the sky, noticing its sharp eyes still looking right at him. Even though it showed no emotions, the intense killing intent coming from it washed over Fane like a wave.

The white feathers all over the sky burst out like endless sharp blades and stabbed at the young man. At this moment— Swish! A firework-like light spot suddenly burst out from the shoulder of the teal-robed young man. That light spot did not look very astonishing. It swayed as if it would go out and disappear at any time, but it instantly shattered the white feather blades all over the sky. Like a red-hot soldering iron inserted into fresh cheese, it easily separated the wings of the master from the Feather Clan and pierced through his glabella... Boom! The body of the six-winged master from the Feather Clan went stiff in the air and then exploded.

Screams cut through the cold. Asher grabbed my arm. “We have to move.” But the hum was in my head now, pulling me east. Toward the breach. Toward the ones who’d thrown the fourth. --- Face to face The first one through wasn’t human. Not anymore. Its skin was the color of ash, its eyes black from edge to edge. And in its hand — a feather. Not one of mine. It saw the bone in my grip and smiled. “Four to open.” I tightened my hold. “Over my dead body.” Its grin widened. “That can be arranged.”

Jada came up to him right away, showing a news report of the carnage left after Frank reduced the middle-aged man to ashes with a lightning bolt. However, the announcer also warned everyone to watch out for the weather and to not stand under trees during thunderstorms. The live comments interestingly claimed that it was some freak who had executed the middle-aged man, and Jada asked rhetorically, "Are you a freak, Mr. Frankton?" Frank thought about it. "More or less. Freaks are simply people who are different from the rest, though I know no incantations and harbor no enlightenment. Don't even try to slander me!"

She stands in the opening, her hair tumbling out of a messy bun and her cheeks flushed. “Get inside!” I hiss. She crowds in with Kieran and I. “Sort of cramped, isn’t it?” “We were already talking.” I shake my head, my heart hammering. “It doesn’t matter. You found it? The feather?” She nods so enthusiastically a few more hairs come loose. “It comes from a collared tern.” “O…kay?” I exchange a confused look with Kieran. Raven huffs a sigh. “Terns are mountain birds, almost never seen outside of Snowcrest Canyon or what used to be Starfall Mountain.”

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