His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

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.

Her whole body trembled as she moved forward, Miranda winced as she felt the sting of the wounds on her body. It was as if tiny whips were still lashing her skin. She looked down at her clothes, noticing that the wound had indeed seeped through the outer layer of her dress, leaving a crimson stain that marred the once-pristine fabric. She gritted her teeth as she tried to ignore the pain and continue walking towards home. But every step she took sent a sharp jolt of pain through her body, making her stumble and nearly fall. Suddenly, a loud cawing sound from above caught her attention. Looking up, she spotted a black bird flying in the direction of her home.

Lyra's POV Varkor roared. The sound shook the mountains and sent flocks of birds fleeing into the darkened sky. He staggered backward, one massive claw pressed against the glowing wound on his chest. Silver and gold light seeped through the crack like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. He was wounded. For the first time in a thousand years... The Beast of the Blood Flame had been wounded. A cheer erupted across the battlefield. "We hurt him!" "The beast can bleed!"

I patted his bare chest, but then cursed when I saw the wound and the blood trailing down his side. He let his wings down revealing us back to our surroundings, but then he groaned as the movement appeared to made him hunched down in pain. "Shit! Grey, please..." "Don't say I didn't warn you. Come on birdman let's get you fix." Grey laughed at his own joke, while Ranulf seemed to had just realized that his wound was actually serious. "Maven, go get Maven... I need..." he was struggling with his words when he finally fainted.

"Yes I am” She nodded, "Then let's begin” she took my hands as she led us to the center of the garden. A few weak animals had recently been brought in. An almost dying fox, a fatally injured bird and a few other squirrels and rabbits. Although it didn't look like it, the bird was the hardest and most power draining bird to heal. Somehow, something about nature I guess made it the most difficult or the most tackling one to heal. And so I knew this session was harder.

I took some materials before I began to heal the eagle’s wings. “I never knew you had the goodness in you to heal a bird.” “Ah!” I gasped in tremor when I felt a warm breath fanning my neck. The feeling of Calvin on top of me last night once more awakening in the deep pits of my stomach. My hand trembled while holding the bandage to secure the bird’s wound. The tears once more were starting to sting in my eyes. I closed them before breathing deeply and opened them again. “What’s wrong?” I felt Elliot shift, moving beside me instead of behind my back. He takes a quick look at my frozen face which I think is looking quite pale by how I felt my blood drained away my face.

June pulled all the way into the open garage, and as if by magic the door started to close on its own plunging us into darkness for a moment before the garage lights came on. I happily got out of the car and stretched before twinging at the pain shooting along my left side. This is where Vex had done the most damage to my ribs. It served as a stark reminder that I was not on some vacation, but I was running for my life. “Are you ok?” June’s voice was laced with worry, she must have seen me twinge while I was stretching. I shook my head yes, letting her know that I was ok. Just then a door I hadn’t noticed before opened and I was surprised at the man sitting in the wheelchair.

A blade sliced through the air, finding its mark on his flesh, and a searing pain surged through his body. Chris staggered backward, clutching his wounded side, a mixture of agony and determination etched upon his face. Blood stained his clothes, but his spirit remained unyielding. He refused to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume him. Zelda, witnessing Chris's injury, rushed to his side, her eyes filled with concern and fear. She knew that this battle had exacted a heavy toll, and the wounds they bore were not merely physical. With trembling hands, she offered him comfort and support, urging him to remain steadfast.

The tweet is "Thank you to my friends who have cursed at me, hopefully we will meet again letter. The path I’ll take is God's way." For a moment they were silent, no one dared to make a sound. Their lips seemed to be sewn up hard to open, they look each other, it wasn't the vengeful it used to be, but one filled with horror. As if something was telling them that a terrible event had happened, let's just say it was a hunch

"Attack!" The six birds understand Soheila and ran towards the crab. Their weapons were changed into swords as they tried their best to kill the crab even though some of them were trembling due to releasing a lot of power all at once. Sirene and Lunna had tears in their eyes as they attacked the crab. Their clothes were tattered and became dirty. Not for long, the crab stopped moving and the fire remained into the crab's body. The six birds went towards Soheila who passed out due to blood loss.