His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

Tears prickled Xendy's eyes. He forced his mouth shut after a dangerous growl as he accidentally scared the bird and made it turn to face him. His hands were shaking. It might be a gunshot wound. She is wounded. He thought. Xendy tore his shirt and went running for the bird's stomach. His mind was going crazy. The pain he felt through the mate bond was too much. When he got closer, and searched. There was no wound in the stomach.

However, few were still staring. The crowd included teens; boys and girls, of my age and few seemed a little older than me but not younger than me. I had millions of questions in my mind and was waiting badly to let them out. At first I thought that it all might be a dream but no. A dream could not be this real and neither one could feel so much pain from the wounds inflicted. Coming to think of the wounds, every kid here was wearing bandages. Some on their arms, on their foreheads, legs and eyes. Every individual was having some. Why were they all like this, wounded? I thought to myself.

"He was keeping you in reserve." Wren sat with this. Twelve years old, a broken-winged bird, the warm-gold thing that had moved through her hands without her permission. She hadn't done it on purpose. She'd barely understood what she'd done. She'd kept it so tightly buried afterward that she'd sometimes half-convinced herself she'd imagined it.

Their feathers rippled as they deflected the surge—droplets splattered against the maze’s towering hedge walls. The laughter died on the mayor’s lips when one of the birds slashed at her. Its talons tore through her blouse and left shallow crimson trails across her pale skin. She hissed, teleporting in a blur and reappearing behind the other owl, seizing it mid-flight. A sharp screech split the air as she sank her teeth into its flank. The sound was visceral, wet—the sickening noise of blood being drained. The remaining bird, its mate, shrieked, the cry sending a wave of mirrored agony through Arah’s chest.

It raked its talons across his face, leaving deep gashes that oozed blood. Nathan stumbled backwards, clutching his wounded face. The guards rushed to his aid, but the bird had already flown off, disappearing into the night sky. As they tended to Nathan's wounds, the guards speculated about the bird's origin. Some believed it to be a messenger from an enemy kingdom, sent to intimidate and disrupt their peaceful existence. Others thought it to be a harbinger of death, a sign of impending doom for the kingdom. Nathan, however, had a different theory. He believed the bird to be a supernatural being, sent by the spirits to warn them of an impending danger. He knew that they needed to take the bi

He was shooting right alongside the rest of them, but he was so much slower than the LIGHTS team members, there simply didn’t seem to be any way that he could keep himself from getting killed or at least maimed. “Watch out, Jo!” Scott shouted from her right. Jo didn’t know what that meant until it was too late. A large bird-like creature swooped down, aiming for her head. Jo dodged aside slightly just as the claws raked over the side of her face. Furious as pain filled her head, she reached up and grabbed hold of the bird’s wing and yanked it out of the air, slamming it onto the ground and shooting it. “Son of a bitch!” she muttered, blood dripping down into her eyes. Scott’s blue glow hit h

Holding my hand over her back, I whispered, "Bullet, exi!" Eve started groaning from the pain as something hard moved deep beneath her skin. "Ssshh!!" I looked up around and, luckily, no one heard her. "Eve, I know it hurts, but whatever you do, don't yell." She nodded, biting her lower lip from the pain. I watched the wound, and the steel tip of the bullet pierced the skin and was visible and inching its way out as blood gushed around the sides, creating another bullet hole in her back. It came out farther, and tears came to Eve's eyes.

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

His hand hovered over the mouse for a second before he clicked. The video began. The screen glowed with that grainy, shadowy footage. Damien’s expression changed almost instantly. From rage… to disbelief. Then back to rage, only deeper this time more personal. Adrian and Charlotte. His brother’s murderers, yes. But now? Now also his betrayers. Mine too. He didn’t look at me until it was over. When he did, I looked away. I couldn’t handle what I saw in his eyes. Not just fury. But pain. Betrayal. Confusion. And something worse helplessness. We were two people surrounded by fire with no idea which way led to safety. Only deeper into the flames.

When the slow rise and fall of his chest stops, Loyalty crumples over, and literally Kim Kardashian ugly cries over his lifeless body, just as sirens can be heard in the distance. It takes over an hour before the paramedics convince Loyalty to let Jonny’s body go. She picks up his gun and clutches it to her and continues to cry out. Bo and Max are on their knees, their arms locked around her as the three of them wail together over their loss of him. It’s hours before anyone can get her to move from the spot where Jonny’s soul has left this Earth. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry and I wish it was me who took that bullet for her!