His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

POV: The time has been reversed to more than half a day ago from Birdman's perspective. After bidding farewell to two foolish bears in the jungle, the Birdman struggled to flap his wings in the hail, with one wing protecting the leather bag. He flew for a while and fortunately stumbled upon an overhanging cliff where he landed to take shelter from the midnight rain. Now, he is an adult bird from the Joke tribe and his name is Minee. He waited under the cliff until the hail transformed into rain and snowflakes before continuing to flap his wings and fly outside of the jungle. Despite flying for four or five consecutive days, he was extremely tired.

With this movement, a bird that seemed to belong to the class of sparrows fell on the balcony outside her bedroom. Sienna got up to take a look. Sienna opened the door, only to see a wounded little falcon that had fallen onto the balcony. This little falcon fluttered on the ground. Half of its wings were injured, and a dart with anesthetic was also stuck on it. It obviously had no more strength to struggle. Sienna blinked. ‘Why does this little falcon look so familiar? Is it the one that I saw in the desert?’ It had white feathers all over its body and a pair of overbearingly sharp claws. Its clean and sharp eyes were as blue as the sky. This little fella would have looked absolutely majesti

He would bear that mark of shame for the rest of his life, never forgetting the bond that he let slip away. "Hey, Orangelo!" It was an exclamation despite it coming from the fading glamoured body of a tom who could barely raise his voice. Wound was holding his stomach sitting against the wall. The pressure his paws were putting on his belly suggested it was best he didn't move them. So did the blood. "He's not gone. But the only one who can help you with that is about to be. Get over here." "Fuck." Jinx groaned, his body protesting him moving at all. He crawled across the room to where Wound was sitting. "Fuck fuck fuck."

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.

She looked down at her bird and it looked like the bird was going to scream again. “Kieran” she said holding onto him tight. “Shriek” she mouthed. The bird opened its mouth and she closed her eyes waiting for pain. Kieran held her tight. He could just get rid of the wings and fall, but that was too risky. He wasn’t healed yet. For some reason he was taking much longer to heal. He’d have to fight back. Danny felt chilly. She opened her eyes. “Kieran don’t!” she yelled. The bird release an ear bleeding shriek and she closed her eyes, but what she heard was glass.

It caws angrily, and Todd rushes forward, trying to swat it away before it can do any real damage to my face or eyes with its beak or talons. They rip into my skin, tearing through the flesh easily. The bird isn't huge, but it isn't a hummingbird either. It's all back like a crow, with razor sharp claws. I drop my gun and use my arms to try and protect my face as the burning pain continues. Its beak digs into my forearms, tearing through the skin like butter. I can feel blood dripping down my arm, hot and sticky. I shouldn't have rolled up my sleeves while searching these rooms.

I stared out at the figure slumped against the tree and he stared back at me, concern evident in his eyes. I already knew what was happening. I was feeling what he was feeling. Every bone and muscle that was hurt from his impact with the tree was now assaulting me as well. I watched as his form changed from man to a huge black and orange bird. The Phoenix stared at me with those same gray eyes as he lay on the ground and erupted into flames. I could feel the fire burning as the pain in my back slowly turned to a dull ache and then quickly it was gone.

I felt like a chunk of my heart had been viciously ripped out. Seeing me like this, Ricardo felt a momentary pang in his heart. He paused, his eyes reddening as his voice softened. "I promise I'll have someone make you an exact replica… Va Bene?" I looked at him, and whatever lingering hope I'd held for him died. "No need. What I wanted… is long gone." I sank to my knees. With my fingers, I slowly gathered every shard of the broken opal into a velvet pouch, not even leaving the tiniest speck of powder behind.

The moment the bullet was shot down, a stream of purple light appeared and hit the grenade in the Winged's hands as fast as lightning. Boom! Fire waves swept over the place. The Winged let out a mournful cry as he was blasted away. He lost one of his arms, his feathers scattered on the ground, his wings full of bloody holes. He was covered in blood, and his chest was exploded open, revealing his bones. Bang! He fell to the ground and rolled a few times. He lay on the ground and kept twitching, looking like he was going to die. "Ahh... " The rest of the Wingeds flew into a rage and couldn't help but roar. They suffered such a big loss, one member dead and one seriously injured.

The thought of destroying Adrian and escaping filled it with rage, but escape now seemed impossible. Adrian stared at the Violet Rain Bird, smirking. “Still resisting? You’re just a caged bird.” At that moment, the Violet Rain Bird felt a chilling terror as it sensed the overwhelming power radiating from Adrian. Boom! Another devastating blow landed on the bird’s body. It tried to fight back, but with its severe injuries, it couldn’t even lift its wings. Its massive beak, once crucial for flight, now felt like a burden, weighing tens of thousands of pounds.