His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

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

Marietta asked, trying to figure out what it wanted until she smelt blood and saw the bird had been injured on the left side of its wings. The bird's feathers were blue and a hint of purple. “How did a beautiful bird like yourself get hurt?” It was as if the bird was answering her, it kept tweaking and jumping toward her. Marietta suddenly started to feel dizzy and fainted in no time. “Oh, is she dead?” A feminine voice said, like that of a teenager. “What happened?” The second feminine voice asked the Same teenage voice. “I was only explaining to her how I got injured, nothing else.” Marietta could hear the voices as she slowly started getting conscious, but there was no scent of a werewolf

I crouched down and intently looked at it, then I noticed that its wing was broken. I let out a small gasp as I carefully walked towards it, letting the rain that came along with a cold breeze brush my skin. I gently scooped the bird onto my palm, trying to avoid touching its wounded wing. As soon as it was secured on the palm of my hands, I hurriedly went back to my room and shut my doors with my hips. I set down the poor bird on the coffee table and abruptly grabbed the nearest towel my eyes laid on, folded it and placed the creature over the cloth. While I was busy helping the bird settle down, I didn’t notice that my maid had already gone back from the dining room.

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.

“Are you hurt?” The bird tried to get out of my palm, but it fell back. I was right, and it had a broken wing. I saw a woman’s reflection in those dark eyes that had me gasping and wondering who it was. The woman was older than me, but I had the same eyes as hers. I almost dropped the little helpless bird. “I’m sorry. I wish I could help, little birdie.” I ran my finger on the broken wing until it sparkled and it magically healed. “Wow. What just happened?” My eyes widened.

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.