His Wounded Bird Novelas e Histórias

The birds flew overhead, offering a glimmer of hope in the darkness. With each step, I felt a renewed strength coursing through my veins, my heart mending with every word of encouragement from Willow. The wounds were still there, but they no longer defined me. I was ready to embrace the future with open arms. As we reached a quiet bench beneath a towering oak tree, I turned to Willow, gratitude shining in my eyes. "Thank you," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for reminding me of my worth and for helping me find the strength to move forward."

What the heck was that? They shredded into my body, effortlessly ripping through the tissue. The bird wasn't very large, but it was never a hummingbird either. It's all coming back at you like a vulture, with razor-sharp talons. I dropped my revolver and grabbed my arms to shield my face from the scorching agony. Its beak sank into my forearms, ripping the flesh like butter. I could feel blazing hot red liquid trickling down my forearm.

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.

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.

The little bird held out for a while, and its entire body was soon covered in wounds. So, it flew away to heal its injuries. After it recovered, it flew back. It continued doing so several more times. When the bird could not bear it any longer, it flew far away and cried out, “I’m done. It’s too difficult and tormenting. I’ll think of another way to enter the Acme Rank.” Several trials later, the little bird decided to give up.

"It was found near one of our construction sites. It’s the boss’s pet bird." The bird flinched slightly but I whispered softly until it relaxed. Then golden light gathered in my hands. The familiar warmth flowed gently into the hawk's injured wing. Within moments, the fracture knitted together. The hawk blinked once then spread both wings effortlessly. With a cheerful cry, it flew across the office before landing proudly on the window sill. The interviewer stared at me then at the bird, then back at me. His expression had changed entirely. "I..." He slowly removed his glasses. "...have never seen healing ability performed with such precision."

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.

"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 glanced down and saw white bandages covering parts of my body. “Bird wounds weren’t healing right.” At the sound of Jude’s voice I looked up. My mouth went dry. He was leaning against the wall of my bedroom, his fists jammed in his pockets. An indolent smile unfurled across his face as he caught me staring. Thankfully, he didn’t comment. “There was some kind of poison in their beaks, but the salve I made is mitigating it just fine. You’ll be sore, but you’ll heal.” “Thank you, doctor.” I clamped my lips shut, but it was too late. Stop with the bantering, Ophelia. You aren’t here to fucking forgive them. My voice lost its warmth. “My father had nothing to do with this.”

Poor thing probably fell from a branch. I closed my eyes, letting that warmth inside me build, focusing on the injured wing. The golden glow came faster this time, curling around the bird like a soft ribbon. “There you go,” I whispered with a smile, lifting it to the air. “Go on. You’re healed now.” It blinked at me, then took flight, and then suddenly behind me I heard a gasp. My entire body stiffened, I gulped hard before I turned slowly, dread tightening in my chest.