His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

Never mentioned how he bled out on our kitchen floor because I couldn't control the thing inside me. White wolf wounds heal if you forgive. Just touch the wound, let go of the anger, and the bleeding stops. Simple. Except I'd learned that particular trick too late for it to be useful. A crow landed on the fountain's edge, cocked its head at me. Black eye to black eye. It opened its beak—about to caw, probably—then thought better of it and flew off. Smart bird. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes until I saw fireworks. Red and gold starbursts behind my lids. The pressure helped, somehow. Kept everything from spilling out.

The fence is crap down here, all broken and battered, and nature’s suffering, yet again, for humanity’s dumbfuck ignorance. Even in boots I can move quietly when I need to. I’m slow and steady, making sure I talk to the bird real softly as I make my way over. He flaps hard but he can’t go anywhere. His eyes don’t leave mine at all, and when I get there he caws at me but doesn’t freak out like I thought he might. His feathers are muddy and trashed. His leg looks sore where the wire’s cut him, but it seems like he can still move it.

"None of you are getting out of here alive." As he spoke, the Three-legged Golden Bird let out a crow as it pounced, its razor-sharp talons glinting in the light. Neither Janoff nor Tyson could dodge in time, and a piercing sound rang through the air as scratch marks appeared on both men's bodies. The wounds were long and deep, blood gushing out by the second.

Pawn Clara gently caressed the bird's wings and wanted to talk to him, to which he made a loud noise as if answering her words. With one blow, she separated the piece of wood from his wing, due to which blood immediately gushed out, and some splashes fell on the ground. "It will not hurt to fly now," Pawn Clara said fondly while caressing him. She knew that he would get injured. She didn't want him to suffer. She took a deep breath and released a soft whistle. The bird flew a little high with his bleeding wing. A tear rolled down her cheek. She felt horrible knowing it had hurt like that for her little friend.

The wound on his chest slowly began to heal. - Alud hold him. He is weak, but still dangerous. Now his wound will heal, and I will kill his guide. the vampire said coldly, looking dismissively at the bird. The werewolf, silently, pressed the hunter to the asphalt. The wound has healed. White-faced desperately kicked, trying to get out. Although the werewolf could hardly restrain him, he was already too weak to resist the three dark ones. The bones of the bird crunched in the vampire's hands. The eyes of the raven that had just been alive shone with dead reflections. The limp body fell to the pavement.

Marco just can't go because he still depends on his wife. Meanwhile, Luis and Dinda are currently just taking a walk around the park. It looks like the weather today is very beautiful, very suitable for walking. The sun isn't too hot either, Dinda and Luis are just walking casually today. The blue sky looks very beautiful, and the birds in the park can be seen flying freely. Luis and Dinda are currently starting to stop for a while to feed the birds in this park. "I didn't know there was a park inhabited by many birds like this!" said Dinda.

We hovered, side by side, at the pooling light in front of the truck. In the middle of the road there was a bird. Rowan gasped. I hadn’t realised that she – and Kathrena – had both come outside, as well. I’d assumed that they would have both stayed in the truck. Kathrena flinched at the sight of the wounded bird, its wing curled back. There was dried blood across its black feathers, spoiling the oil spill plumage. One open eye was turned toward us, black and beady and forever unseeing.

He failed the assignment. The subject escaped the raid. Seven long weeks of risky, exhaustive investigative work just spiraled down the drain in mere hours. Unfortunate, but, his luck just ran out. Naked and alone, Théo took a long drag on his second stick as he stared at his pale reflection, the grayish smoke fleetingly obscuring the aftermath of his latest mission. The dark skin under his droopy eyes near matched the purplish bruise below his nasal bridge. "Just minor damage to the septal and lateral cartilage," the doctor had said. It should heal nicely soon. Minimal to no scarring.

My heart was thumping furiously after I jumped out of the window of the burning hospital ward. I had promised my father that I would try my best to protect my mother. However, not only had I not managed to protect my mother, but I had also not managed to protect my father’s grave. I turned back and looked at the fire. At least, this fire would reveal the truth about Zac. The hospital fire was sensational news online. All colleagues were attacking Zac for freezing the account on purpose.

The crowd kept on growing outside the magical woods in the Netherworld. The citizens are afraid to approach or touch the four wounded bodies, especially that they knew three of the unconscious bodies on the ground. The loud shriek of a phoenix filled their ears. They took few steps back when the phoenix approached the area. A guy jumped off the phoenix and carefully carried his masters' body to the back of the phoenix as the gentle warmth of the phoenix's feathers helps to heal the injured. "Careful, Sir Dan," A concerned citizen said the moment she saw how big Lust's wound was.