Halcyon Mythical Bird Novels & Stories

Falco sighed tiredly and pulled Jack back to sit on the floor. Jack does have a point. I have seen Byron manipulating water. He can’t exactly manifest a tidal wave. He can barely create a current long enough to help us survive when we fought Liv. “It’s not Lord Byron’s gift that Lord Ylgarr was waiting for. It’s Nathalia’s.” He says. “From the legend, the original demigod had a sea beast partner. A serpentine creature large enough that it almost destroyed the lands in ancient times.” “But it’s a leg-”

Activating the ocean tank, I began to breathe underwater as I swam towards the ocean floor. "If the Deep flight water Falcon is leaking, it must have crashed or hit the ground,” Hawk suggested, trying to see the ocean floor illuminated by the moon's gentle light. It seemed as if the moon goddess herself was aiding me in saving her servant, the Seer. Groups of fish of various types swam past me, as if I were invisible. The sight was breathtaking, but there was no sign of the water falcon. I swam as swiftly as I could to another location.

This could be the largest flying animal she would ever see in her two lifetimes, with the wingspan almost 2 metres wide and long enough to make a small tornado wind. It stands tall and looks mighty with a long and narrowed beak, it has feathers red as human blood, and those slit-red eyes make it more mystical. If you take a look, you will be sucked into its beauty. If Sol Ming is seeing it at this moment, she will comment on why this bird has similarities to their mythical bird known as the phoenix. However, this is not the phoenix of their world, but only a king of the forest of this place where even Yuya was afraid to catch.

"Hariel! Where are you going? This is not the path towards our home!" Farron said and looked around. They are in the deepest part of the ocean near the Atlanta Kingdom, where their home is. Atlanta was the merpeople's home and where the mermaid live. But Hariel went to the deepest part where merpeople cannot or are forbidden to visit.

He opened another scroll, handing it to her, and my heart dropped as I read the Latin words that were stated. “Phoenix in plenilunio nascitur, unum ovum ponitur, et si eclypsis advenerit, exoritur datus. Phoenix sanguine nascitur, sed datus ex sole et luna annulari.” A phoenix is to be born on a full moon, one egg to be laid, and if an eclipse is to occur, it hatches giving the chosen one. A phoenix is born of phoenix blood, but a chosen one is of a sun and moon annular. I read, looking up at my mate whose eyes met the Lycan’s.

The sound wave hit the frequency of the Carrion Birds. High above the storm, a flock of mutated, scavenging vultures had been circling, waiting for the loser to die. They were attracted to high-pitched distress signals. One of the vultures, a forty-pound bird with a beak like a pickaxe, dove. It wasn't aiming for Valerius. It was diving for the source of the sound—Hailey. But Hailey slipped on a patch of slime. She fell. The bird missed her.

Orion wept. Before Silas could answer, a fluttering titter of taps sounded on the window. Orion lifted his head from his wet hands and locked his gaze on the source. A small swallow was pecking at the glass in an urgent manner. He rose swiftly and opened the window for the small animal. The bird's feathers were unlike any he had seen before. They were midnight and white, arranged like a tuxedo beneath the night sky. Its beak shone navy blue, and its tail was elongated at the tips. The bird was larger than that of a common swallow, yet it was no bigger than Orion's hand.

POV of the mythical bird, associated with death and prophecies- I am Gamayun. Just a regular bird out in the sky of the mighty dragon realm. As I soared high in the sky, I could see the realm stretched out beneath me. Today, another Royal Dragon funeral was taking place, but it was not like any other I had seen before. The atmosphere was thick with grief and sadness, and even the clouds seemed to have turned a somber shade of grey. The air felt heavier around the palace as if it had covered itself with a cloak of sorrow.

He grits trying to pull her back. At the same time, Mathias is there, only an inch from grabbing her and hauling Lamia to safety when out of the sky from nowhere comes the biggest bird I have ever seen with wings dipped in gold, glistening despite the overcast that hides the sun. It all happens too quickly. The bird snatches up Ascena, taking her to the sky. Simultaneously knocking into Mathias who tumbles back. Bright green light pierces our surroundings. I look to see Hunji plunge his sword at one of the stones shattering it. Veils begin to close and I’m almost to Lamia and Kellen.

Time is a cruel mistress. It uses things and leaves them behind in the sea of what once was. Eidola, (plural for eidolon) fits into this category. The phenomenon comes from a singular area of the world, the ancient city of Troy. Warren doesn’t know it yet, but he is a descendant of the first eidolon wielder, Helen of Troy. Nerea covered her mouth and whispered a prayer. Plume continued to watch the bestial energy as Warren walked out of the circle. “Warren how are you feeling?” Plume shouted.