Game Of Thrones Little Bird Novels & Stories

“But you, you were untouched. And I like my things, pure.” Then, slowly he reached into a drawer beside him and pulled out a small box. The kind that could hold a wedding ring, so it seemed, her brows furrowed. Would he tell her to marry him? She was still his prisoner till her sister gets back, or till he laid his hands on her. On opening the box, he pulled out a black and pink leather collar. It gleamed in the dim light, and the round gold pendant had a name engraved on it “Little dove”

Nora said. "You've read that same page three times. I counted." The girl took another bite and held out her hand. "Demi Okafor. Pre-law. I'm here on the Harwick Academic Scholarship and I've already decided I'm not going to be afraid of anything on that island. which is either very brave or very stupid Nora looked at the hand, then shook it. "Nora Ashby. Ancient Linguistics." "What's your scholarship?" "Academic. Harwick endowment."

I arrived back at Cabin B but the thoughts racing through my head didn't let me get much rest. A witch and a prophecy? Could I have possibly heard that correctly? Perhaps this prophecy is the reason he had to make sure that all the wolves with multicolored fur attended his games. Perhaps this is why Alpha Berion was hosting the games at all. I imagined myself as the Luna who's arrival had been prophesized leading my pack to peace time and prosperity with Alpha Berion the Loyal at my side and I smiled.

Then it hit me. “Asher Jackson!” I gasped, stunned to my core. I wasn’t excited or dreading the encounter, I was just completely shocked. As I remembered who Asher Jackson was, I could only think of one line. a Birds of the same feather flock together.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

It also felt like a risky secret. “Dear Little Bird,” the letter began. I traced Nathaniel’s handwritten words with my thumb. It was so neat. Almost like he had formal training on Calligraphy. We had agreed on the monikers during the second day of his absence. He was THE GHOST, and I was LITTLE BIRD. It was a childish precaution, a layer of thin glass between us and the crushing weight of the Valak name, but it was the only way we could breathe. Plus, as wonderful as having a friend felt, I knew that

“Okay. Let’s see.” He came to the folding exam table and laid the towel bundle down with a careful precision that made my chest tighten. Not everyone knew how to be gentle. I peeled the towel back slowly. A bird. Small, brown speckled, likely a young thrush, lay on its side, one wing at an ugly angle. Its beak parted with shallow breaths, eyes half lidded in shock. “Oh, sweetheart,” I murmured, my voice softening without permission. “You’re okay. We’ve got you.”

Why would he feel any pity for the girl who was forced to give her blood to a monster? Finally, he turned back to me. “Are you hungry, little bird? I’ve bet they’ve got some nice snacks for you sweet little pets.” He smiled, his coy and controlled smile, and I felt even more sick inside. How dare he ask me a question like that after what I’d just seen? How dare he call me little bird, how dare he—

I turn and see Bahm standing across the room with Azalea sitting on the ground by his feet. I cough and cough, preparing to crawl away when he begins taking robotic steps towards my direction. His eyes still black, claws out and his fangs elongating out of his mouth. In my peripheral view, I see something red and black land on my shoulder. I look to see a small bird, so small, you’d think it was a baby mouse. Red feathers and a black strip along it’s belly. It chirped and sounded like it said, “Anna”. A very tiny scroll was attached to the feet of the bird. It chirped a couple of times and then flys away without the paper and it rolled off my shoulder and into my lap.

Ayana answered with a proud tone. At that moment a soft chirp could be heard near them. As if he knew it was being talked about. Nicholas looked up and saw a small red bird perched on a pine tree branch not far from Ayana. The little bird was already there before him arrived. "It's an effective spy. No one will notice its existence" Nicholas looked at the bird in amazement. Ayana whistled softly and the bird flew to her shoulder "I never take Scarlet home. She only flies in a tree around the yard. So that anyone who visits does not suspect"