Novel & Cerita His Wounded Bird

Fortunately no one was harmed other than few scratches and cuts. Zander got bad hit on the side his head when he landed on the ground. Blood were flowing down from his wound. He touched his his wound and hissed in pain. Taking the handkerchief from his hand by which he was trying to clean, I carefully dabbed it on his wound after pulling him to a side. The wound healed within a few seconds. Unlike me everyone's wound were already healed . Lucky Bustards. "What was that? " Jess said, still shocked from the situation.

His fur bristled with unease when he realized the wounds were getting infected. Luckily the trek back to ThunderClan wouldn't take too long. Flamestrike decided not to say anything as Birdpaw limped after him. She was doing surprisingly well considering her injuries. Then again, he suspected she had suffered from far worse. I hope the Clan will believe me now that I have proof, he thought.

The smile on her face had become almost insane, as if she could already see herself inheriting everything here after my death. I only sneered in response. If I dared stand there without dodging, it was obviously because I was wearing body armor. What I didn’t expect was that just before the bullet reached me, the zombie bird suddenly burst out from nowhere and threw itself in front of me. The bullet slammed into its hardened feathers with a sharp metallic clang. The moment Sharon saw the zombie bird clearly, terror flooded her face. She opened her mouth to scream, but before a sound could escape, the bird clamped onto the back of her clothes and hurled her straight outside.

He had never seen a pangolin this loyal and righteous before. He thought it was more trustworthy than many humans. Sparks flew once again. Jodi stopped attacking the other birds and aimed her gun at the Monarch-rank mechanical bird. The Monarch-rank mechanical bird was releasing its skill, so it couldn't dodge and could only take the freezing shot. Jodi thought her freezing shot could at least cause the Monarch-rank mechanical bird some problems. Unfortunately, the combat power gap was too vast. When the freezing shot hit the Monarch-rank mechanical bird, it left no frost behind.

he shouts, standing over Alma. The rebels, their hands gripping their swords, slowly retreat to a safe distance. They circle the two, inching around them. "Are you alright?" Even glances down at her every so often, but tries to continue watching their enemy. "I can't move my wing," Alma huffs, wincing with eh agony as she tries to shift around. "No, don't move. Just relax," Even orders. "Wait for Olisnia to take a look at it." The werebird is unable to respond, her head growing heavy from exhaustion.

His green eyes met mine and I didn’t get a hint of vamolf in them. “What is your name?” I asked. “Where am I?” He looked around. His voice was quiet and scratchy. “Because of the growls and screams, his vocal cords were damaged.” The doctor supplied. “You are at the Red Mountain pack in Virgina.” Jet told him. “Oh.” “What is your name?” Jet asked again. “Nick…. Nick Andrews.” “What do you remember?” Wade asked. “Pain. I remember bleeding out in the forest. I was attacked? My mate! She died in my arms! She was pregnant too!” He started crying and pulling at his restraints.

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.

I only stopped when she disappeared from my sight. I picked up the bird in my hand and inspected her body. There was a bleeding wound near her right knee. I looked around, trying to look for the medicinal plants I still remembered during my class in Botany. However, there was none. I kept walking and scanning the forest floor up to where my eyes could reach, but there was none.