His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Near the town center, I saw a hospital. As I approached, a small bird lay on the ground near the entrance, its wing bent at an unnatural angle. Without thinking, I knelt and touched it gently. Warmth flooded from my palm. The healing gift surged forward, stronger than it had ever been. The bird's wing straightened and mended. It chirped once and flew away. I stared at my hand in shock. The stripping had taken my hybrid wolf, but not this. This power must have been separate. The hospital doors slid open. A doctor emerged, nearly tripping over me.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Journal entry 101 You showed up again today. The usual routine you climb up the stairs of the same unfinished building that is right across our house and you sit on the edge of the building. I get to see you every day for an hour and a half before you take off in your black Jeep. Most times you just sit and stare into space, thinking I guess. Sometimes you come to dress your wounds, and l wonder what causes them. They are not just minor wounds, they look deep and you wince every time you dress them.

Evandros sobs got louder, his pain was gushing out in the form of those transparent tears. The tattoo around his wrist started to move as it left his wrist and came to life. The black fog ball turned into a hawk with huge wings, flapping his wings in the air. That black eyes of his pooled up in tears as he stared down at his respective master. The bird made a loud screeching sound as if he was in pain. The pain of seeing its master cry had the bird screeching. Its voice was so loud the guards in the other corridor felt shivers running down their spine. They thought their lord was not in a very good mood.

“If the sight is too much for you then you should leave” “Are you sure you can fight him?” I asked, watching Kill bird pull off his shirt and revealing some of the most horrible scars I have ever seen. “I understand your fear, but I will beat him” Dawson assured and turned around to face Kill bird. The fight immediately and Dawson tries to throw a punch but Kill bird dodges it and connects his fist with Dawson jaw, earning a loud roar from the spectators. Oh dear, it is going to be a long fight; I said to myself.

The enchanted blade cut through the dark magic infusing the birds, causing them to burst into clouds of black smoke as they perished. Despite her swift actions, the sheer number of birds was overwhelming. They attacked relentlessly from all sides, clawing at her arms and face, trying to wear her down. Blood dripped from small cuts, but Lara’s resolve never wavered. She fought back fiercely, spinning and slashing, each stroke of her dagger taking down more of the enchanted flock.

She walked over to the line to volunteer to feed the birds. The woman placed an eagle on her arm after they slid a leather glove on her. “This bird can’t fly he was electrocuted when the lines fell in a storm.” “He doesn’t seem hurt.” Melody ran her finger down his back. “He has healed from the shock; his wing though is missing a bone and he can’t fly. There are many birds that come here hurt. We help them and if at all possible, release them back to the wild.” “Thank you for letting me feed him.” As she stroked the eagle’s back, Melody asks Harmony, ‘Can we heal him?’

She was dazed and would only respond to my voice and presence. Nevertheless, I am happy to know that she was having progress. I am positive that she will also get over this phase in no time and all I have to do is be patient about it. I spent more time with her than anyone in my whole life within the two weeks time that I had with her. But I recalled how she used to take care of me when I was wounded and I did not waste the chance to return the favor. I remembered her words when she said she was eager to take care of him like an eagle who injured its wings. She said she was excited to see me get healed and able to fly again. I realized how she must have felt then when our places were turned.

“I’ll probably start something of my own. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted.” Turns out, years of being Silas’s behind-the-scenes fixer had its perks. Maybe I could start my own thing. Maybe I’d even become a little mafia boss myself. The thought made me laugh quietly as I strolled down the street—until pain ripped through my side, sharp and blinding. I froze. Pulled back my jacket. Blood. A thick, dark bloom seeping through the bandage on my abdomen. The wound had probably reopened after Amy shoved me in the bathroom. And I remembered what the doctor told me before I left, “If you see any bleeding, you need to come back immediately. There’s a risk of infection.”

I felt a shudder of horror envelop me. — Scooot!—I screamed in horror. The earth and sky suddenly spun. I didn't understand when we fell together. — Carolianna!— I felt Scott shaking me. — We still fell...—I caught his hand in mine.—You're too reckless. Need... Oh, Scott!Your wing!— I showed him the wound. — It's okay, it's going to be like new!—Scott ran his hand over the wing. The blood from the wound began to evaporate, the feathers that were smeared or otherwise spoiled in it fell to the ground and smoldered.