His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

I had hidden under the couch. As the brother and sister duel ran into the living room to see what the noise was, I shot them both in the ankle. Instantly, they dropped to their knees screaming in pain, as Mr. Slater rushed in. He helped me get free from the remaining restraints. He secured the crime scene till the police and the emergency medical team arrived. The medical team treated everyone before transporting us to the hospital. My soon- to- be father-in-law arrived as I was being put in the ambulance, and he rode with me to the hospital holding my hand. The entire time, he reassured me that everything would be okay.

Blood seeped through her clothes and soaked my left arm. I saw her face. Even in the dark I could see how pale she was, her skin cold. A wound like that… internal bleeding. I didn’t have time to reach the Nest. I didn’t have time to make it down into the valley. “Hold on, hold on,” I whispered into her hair, though I knew she couldn’t hear me. Life was slipping out of her like water through stone cracks. “I saved you, Sadira. You can endure this.” But my wingbeats weakened. The tip of my right wing was struck by a bullet, pain lancing through the bone. My maneuvering ability was crumbling fast.

The bird had been going about its business, singing its songs and living its life, when it suddenly found itself injured and helpless. I realized that I had been feeling the same way lately. I had been going through the motions, trying to keep busy and distract myself from my problems, but deep down, I knew I was struggling. I had been feeling lost and alone, unsure of where my life was headed untill yesterday. Am glad of how it turned out. But as I watched the bird rest in its nest, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe I could take away something from its wing it might fly again, just as I healed and find my way back to happiness.

He knew they were trying to say something but it wasn't Diana who could to the birds. Damian hurtled downhill. "Hey! What in heaven's name are you running so fast in these ridges." Damian was exhausted now as he breathed heavily. His legs ached and his right shoulder was sore from the labor. Yes, he was powerful, young and a warrior but traveling nonstop wasn't on his list. Staggering, he misstepped on a tree root and plummeted into the wilderness litter, cutting his left hand on a rock as he broke his fall. He lay there for a moment, horrified, but then he heard the buzzing of the magical birds and rose to his feet in an uproar. It was so dark now he could barely see the icy coated tree tru

Twelve more were gravely wounded, their injuries severe, limbs shattered, bellies torn open, throats gashed, their packmates gathered around them with expressions of shock and raw, exhausted grief. Some of the wounded would not survive the march back to camp. Others would never fight again, their warrior days ended in a single brutal morning. The Northern pack had not won the day, but they had bled Shadow Fang deeply, had carved a wound into the heart of Damien's strike force that would take months to heal, if it ever truly did. The message was clear: nowhere was safe. Not the pass. Not the valley. Not even the short march back to camp. Gideon appeared at his side, human again and breathing

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.

And the coppery tang of his own blood was thick in the air. He was grievously wounded, perhaps beyond even his celestial resilience. His wings, once proud and magnificent, were little more than tattered, blood-stained remnants barely clinging to his muscular back. The glossy black feathers were matted and stained a deep, morbid crimson from the countless grievous wounds he'd sustained, many nearly sheared entirely from his frame. "Enzo..." Meredith choked out his name, shaking her head frantically as she clutched at his hand - his hand that was slick and warm with the steady flow of his own life's essence. "We...we have to stop this. We have to stop him before—"

he whispered to himself, determination reflected in his eyes. In the other side of the forest, a skinny young man with dark curly hair and tan skin wearing a hunter outfit with bows and arrows were sitting quietly beside a spring. There were beautiful flowers around the spring, also two blue birds perching on a tree stump on the other side of the spring, watching the young man patching up their friend with white cloth. “There, all done,” the young man said, smiling happily as he put the wounded blue bird beside its friend on the stump. The birds chirped to each other as they were reunited. The wounded bird could not flap its wings, but its friends sat by around it to warm it up, filling it w

She forced herself to stay calm. At last, the people around them began to move. Sienna seized her chance and ran toward the exit. But the plane was still falling. Boom! A deafening crash split the air. The force of the impact sent Sienna and Riley flying to the ground. Pain ripped through her body. When Sienna opened her eyes, she saw jagged pieces of the wing that had impaled itself deep into her and Riley’s lower legs. “Riley!” Through the ringing in her ears, she heard Zayden’s voice.

But the beauty of the day was marred by the storm brewing within her heart, casting dark clouds over her thoughts and unleashing thunderstorms of emotions. She sat along the bank, idly skipping rocks, when a flicker of movement near the waters caught her eye. Intrigued, she decided to take a closer look and was delighted to discover a cute little hummingbird wrestling in the weeds. Without hesitation, she gently scooped the bird up in her hands, her heart melting at the sight of its injured wing. "What happened to you, little bird?" She whispered, her voice filled with empathy as she caressed the wounded wing with tender care.