His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

all my words died in my throat It was headshot! ‘He…. he…. kill…ed him…..’ my mind replied as I kept watching Adrian eyes which were still fixed on me as his body slowly slid and fell down to floor……..

Blood drips from his wound, each drop splattering onto the floor, marking our fight against the night’s chaos. I lean down, my stomach churning, and gently pry Armando’s hand away from his injury. He winces, a sharp intake of breath escaping him, but he nods, conceding to my urgency. My gaze narrows on the torn stitches—evidence of a battle fought too close. “You’ll be alright,” I whisper, attempting to inject confidence into my trembling voice. “Just a few stitches tore.” But my eyes flick back to the lifeless figure before us, a cascade of dread washing over me.

Jordan Thomas grimaced as he hobbled out his front door to sit on his porch, the crutch he was forced to use more of a hindrance than a help. His leg screamed at him with every step he took, the wound left by the dark elf, Aradhon, a constant reminder that the world was a very different place now. While being shot by some drug dealer's passing gunfire had always been a real concern for him living in the Bottoms, he never dreamed that he'd almost be killed by a sword. At least the bugger got his in the end, Jordan sighed as he sat down, his injured leg stretched out before him.

“YOU ARE FIRED!” Wade sighs and holds my shoulders, keeping me on the chair. I just hissed and sat there silently as the medic started cleaning my wound. That’s when I realized that aside from the cut on my left brow, I also have bruises on my arm and my left hand was also injured. “Fck! Do you wanna die?!” I shouted at the medic when my wound stung. “I-I’m sorry…” “You fcking asshole! Do you want me to shove my fist into your throat? Huh?”

The look wasn’t rage. It was betrayal. Like he’d never believed she’d do it. He fell backward, thudding against the blood-slicked floor. Dead. The gun slipped from Raven’s hand. She dropped beside Reyes, sobbing now — all the weight of the moment crashing down. “You’re hurt!” she gasped, grabbing his vest, her shaking hands fumbling for the wound. Reyes groaned, gritting his teeth, his good hand wrapping gently around her wrist to stop her panic.

Rohan's POV The healing wing was smelling of blood, herbs as usual, but there was more silence and grief this time around. For days, the scent had lingered in the air, finding it's ways into the stone walls and settling over everyone. No matter how many windows were opened or how many healing herbs were burned, nothing seemed capable of driving the grief away. Too many people had been wounded. Too many people lost their lives. And lately, hope felt like another casualty. I lay on my cot staring at the ceiling above me, trying to ignore the constant pain in my side. The wound I had received during the fight with Garrick's lieutenant had reopened more than once, and every movement reminded me

Just for a few seconds I opened my eyes as my eyes goes dark. He realized that I'm turning to something else so he quickly attacked me. "Kiss my power!" I shouted to him as he was rushing me and a group of birds appears from nowhere. The both of us was covered by this troop of birds. After a few minute they were all gone and I found the wolf man wounded. He was damaged, he was left with no eyes, his skin was like it was burnt with fire. He stood firm and steady as I groaned placing my hands at my wound as I was still feeling weak.

"What happened, buddy." "There was a bird," I said. "In the garden. By the thorn bush. It was hurt, its wing was wrong, and I went in to get it even though I knew I wasn't supposed to go in alone." I looked down at my hands. "I held it. And something happened. My hands got warm, like actually warm, warmer than they should've been outside in the cold. And there was — I don't know what to call it. Like light, but not really light. It went into the bird. And its breathing got better. And the cuts on my hands from the thorns, they just closed up. Like they were never there." The hallway went very quiet.

It seemed that my cries only incited the birds attack to newer heights. Mardichi was laughing as he ducked. Swinging his arms over his head until the birds were tossed aside. Each one he struck made it feel like I was hit. I felt his strikes in my sides, cracking against my ribs and bruising along my arms as he knocked one bird to the ground. Making it belly crawl along the ground with a wounded limb. It drew near me and tried to tuck under me as though it expected me to protect it now that it was injured.

The beast let out a cry of anguish as it was incredibly injured. Even though the feathers already weakened, it was still not something a regular warrior could compete with. The three feathers blew up causing three wounds on its body. Even though the three wounds were only the size of half a fist, it was still a weak point. As long as that group of despicable humans constantly attacked its wounds, it could lose one of its wings. Its eyes were full of pain as it stared at Toulson who was by the side. Everyone could see how much it hated Toulson from its eyes.