His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

So he would continue his journey… and realize that no matter how much he lost, life was still worth living for… there was still so much in the world that was worth fighting for. “In the arms of an angel… may you find… some comfort here…” I sang the last words and played the last notes a while ago, but we both seemed to have frozen in time. None of us spoke. We were lost in our thoughts. I was not strong enough to speak again. Tears kept rolling down my cheeks but I refused to make a sound. I refused to let Hunter carry my burden… because I knew he was already carrying too much of his own.

I let him know, making him frown, "You hit the back of your head really bad. I'm really sorry for that, but I had to get you out of the fucking way before they started shooting and your dumbass tried to help me. Now, go get the Boss and let's go. We need to get you to a hospital before you pass out." "Oh. Uhm. Okay," he murmurs as I help him get up, "Birdie will be okay too?" "Obviously. You can trust me," I remind him. And even though he must be extremely confused right now, he knows I'm right and nods before walking away. I sigh and look down at my white shirt painted red with the blood that is still leaking out of me in a few fucking holes that haven't closed up yet because the bullets ar

"I'm here to help you." With trembling hands, I tore a strip of cloth from my own tattered shirt, using it to staunch the flow of blood from his wounds. Each touch, each movement, was infused with a mix of tenderness and urgency. Every life I could save, every pain I could ease, became a small beacon of hope amidst the devastation. The wounded were scattered like fallen leaves, their bodies broken and spirits battered. Yet, amidst the wreckage, I found strength in the resilience of my packmates. Their courage and determination shone through, despite the pain etched upon their faces.

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.

"You'll find the things you lost in the situation of how they were before dying. So as you can see, this bird was heavily injured before it left the world, seems like arrow shot, doesn't it? Not that it's any of my...." "Can you please stop peeping?" I interrupt him, frowning. He smirks, "Haha, sure. We can talk about this and that later. Enjoy your memory lane trip, Miss Yena." The projector screen disappears. I let out a sigh and slowly pick up Berry. The wounds and burns don't seem severe, but the gradual blood lost has led her to death. She watches me with sentimental eyes as I cast a simple healing spell to heal the wounds.

I heard the bird wail to show that he understood what I'm saying. The bird flew low and started picking the soldiers with its claws. He would pick up five soldiers at once, then fly high and throw them away. Painful shrieks filled the air; the processor and the silver bird were wreaking havoc on the soldiers. I jumped down from the bird and landed on the ball that I had made earlier. "Let's go," I yelled at the processor.

The Maze. I gulped as the bird shivered, beady eyes watching me. "D-don't worry. I'll fix you.. but you cannot tell anyone. I promised AMA-" I paused, shaking my head. I do not know why I was talking to a bird. Studying its peculiar eyes for a bit, I took a long deep breath in, blowing softly on the wound. My breath grazed the feathers, then the open wound softly. I watched as the wound healed up in a matter of seconds, bones and flesh reforming.

The towering firebird bent down its head to hook with its beak the ring of keys hanging from the warden’s belt. The warden cried out in pain as his belt and the fabric of his trousers burned. The top of his trousers disintegrated in an instant and they fell down to around his ankles, exposing his linen drawers. As embarrassed as he was, the warden couldn’t pull his trousers up before he fainted from both fear and the extreme heat. The red bird lifted its head with the key ring in its proboscis-like beak. The metal sizzled and blackened at its fiery touch but it held. The bird didn’t lose a beat and rounded the corner to the cell block.

My stomach churned as Hito revealed a still bird. Then, it started to move with a small sound of pain. I stood off to the side as Duke approached. "Focus on what you see, the worst of it and work outward." He nodded. He looked so determined as he squared his shoulders, took off his ring, and took a deep breath. I didn't even think he realized that I was there. He seemed so focused. I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for him. Light crackled between his hands and swirled around the small twitching bird. Its wing was torn and damaged, it looked like, and there was a small pool of blood beneath it.

" Once he reached Chrysopoeia, there was no way he could possibly hide his power anymore. Thunder Raid would have to come, so the only thing standing in its way was this formation. He looked around. The bird from before had gotten quite the shock. It was shivering in fear. "Hey, you're back!" Logan said. He examined the bird and found several new wounds. They had formed some scabs and made it look extra grotesque. "What are these?" Did the bird fail to avenge itself? This poor thing! The bird raised its head and paraded its injuries like a peacock. It was obvious—it had won. The scars were just its battle scars.