His Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

he smiled. I sighed and threw my head down. "Please" I whispered in defeat. "Leave" I said I closed my eyes when I heard the door open and close again. I fell onto my bed and allowed my tears to fall out. *** The doctor came into to check my wounds and said that my wound will heal soon, but what about the wounds in my heart?...who will heal them?. My family was crying when they saw me in the hospital bed again. I was now ready to go home. I could walk a bit as luckily the cut wasn't that deep. I just limp a little but I could walk thank god.

I sat at the sofa, my coronary heart pounding in my chest. Jake paced the residing room like a caged animal, his brow furrowed with anxiety. I may want to feel the load of silence placing between us, thick and uncomfortable. “Sarah,” he started out, strolling a hand thru his hair, “I’m simply sorry approximately earlier. I didn’t mean to harm you.” I crossed my arms, trying to protect myself from the pain I felt. “You didn’t mean to hurt me? It felt like you probably did precisely that, Jake. You allow me see that image, and it made the entirety worse.”

Xavier's mind wandered away from the situation at hand to Adriana. She was a witch! She hated his father! And all this while, there was some possibility that she did not even love him at all. While Xavier kept on thinking about this, he was pretty much distracted, and during this period, Aunty Sarah sent a silver blade flying towards his front legs, the silver got into his blood arteries and Xavier let out a long and loud howl He could feel emotional pains and the physical one too, he could feel the pains of betrayal! Adriana had betrayed him! His mate had betrayed him.

Guiding Light If you ever find your self wrapped in darkness, it can show you truly what you're made of, but if you need a light to guide you, I will be that light to show you that you can and will survive. ~Kodiie Reed looked at Mason, who was staring at her in the near darkness. He just waited as he rubbed her back. He knew she would finally say something when she could. “My uncle’s son.” She said as she looked at him looking at her, “He was the reason behind the fight. He hurt me really bad.” Reed held up her arm, and he could see the scars there. His fingers found them and traced them gently.

The bird looks at him with sad eyes, and his hooting sounds like a cry. “Zog, what if you took the cage in the air?” “I can try, but they'll wake up from the noise. Besides, you have to take off this cloth, and the guard will raise the alarm.” While Lucifron was talking inside his mind, the bird turns to him, spreads his wings and sings a sad melody, and sets himself on fire. “What the fuck” – Lucifron says. “He really is a Phoenix. Wait, she will be reborn.”

I only stopped when she disappeared from my sight. I picked up the bird in my hand and inspected her body. There was a bleeding wound near her right knee. I looked around, trying to look for the medicinal plants I still remembered during my class in Botany. However, there was none. I kept walking and scanning the forest floor up to where my eyes could reach, but there was none.

Near the town center, I saw a hospital. As I approached, a small bird lay on the ground near the entrance, its wing bent at an unnatural angle. Without thinking, I knelt and touched it gently. Warmth flooded from my palm. The healing gift surged forward, stronger than it had ever been. The bird's wing straightened and mended. It chirped once and flew away. I stared at my hand in shock. The stripping had taken my hybrid wolf, but not this. This power must have been separate. The hospital doors slid open. A doctor emerged, nearly tripping over me.

I pondered as I began to trace the sound, but all my efforts were in vain because I wasn't able to figure out where exactly the sound was coming from. “Kree-aa,” I turned to leave when I heard a sharp, piercing yet sorrowful pain behind me, and bent down a little bit and stumbled over a majestic creature, a phoenix lying on the ground. Its vibrant feathers are matted with blood and its wings are stretched out limply. The phoenix's eyes were so dull and weak that I couldn't help but feel bad about its messy state. The wound on its body was so obvious that it was bleeding excessively. “Oh, poor thing,” I whispered, my voice soft and soothing. “What happened to you?”

Soren nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to his reading, and Sable sat with him a while longer, documenting not the bloodline's abilities this time, but the specific, remarkable resilience of a child who had already learned, at five years old, the difference between carrying something significant and being defined entirely by it. He found Liora in the garden's quietest corner, examining a wounded bird with the same careful attention she brought to everything, her small hands gentle as she assessed the injury. "Will it be alright," she asked, when she noticed Liam approaching. He crouched beside her, examining the bird's wing carefully. "I think so," he said. "It looks like a minor in

Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here. The wolf kept bucking, and my grip began to slip. My claws slipped down his back. While it did have the effect of lengthening the scratch wound I was leaving in his back, it also left me less stable as he kicked up his hind legs, shook himself side to side. And then he finally shook me loose. I flew through the air, landing in an icy patch, my body banging against the hard ground, bones bruising from the blow.