Ice Bird Mythology Novels & Stories

It nested in a golden apple tree, preening its brilliant fiery peacock wings. “Yes, my love. It is zhar ptica, the firebird. She brings good fortune to all who see her. Unless of course, you are a fool of a prince that wishes for more than he can handle! Then, my dear, you will find yourself in for a world of pain.”

By birds or monkeys. Eagle, falcon, and owl. Each bird represented a different situation. Eagle: I’ve sent you a guest/guests. Falcon: Something terrible is happening but I’m okay. Owl: Need a little help here. Or, if all the three were in the flock meant: I am returning. If she brought the monkeys, the leader would personally greet them and deliver a piece of information. “It seems that we are expecting a guest or guests.” Firash flicked his gaze at the approaching eagle.

She had no immediate comeback either. Eventually she gave a curt nod, then went back to her armor. Aya hugged Miyako, pressing her right ear against Miyako's belly – her very flat belly. "What will her name be in our tongue?" Aya's precious eyes sought out an answer in mine. "Suwais-urāni," I wracked my mind for the proper word usage. "Technically that means 'Bird that burns to ash' since there is no Phoenix in the Old Kingdom Hittite mythology. Neither flame – 'tāru', or fire – 'agnish' – convey the proper mystical meaning.

Reality had been ripped from underneath me, and I’d fallen into some Greek mythology storyline that felt more like those stories that my father would subject me to every night growing up. And that was when it finally clicked! “Corvus!” I exclaimed, snapping my eyes to the raven resting on Diakios’s arm. “Apollo’s sacred bird?!” I just remembered... But as I finally seemed to have found some semblance of recognition in this strange world, the bird let out a screeching cry, flapping his wings wildly “That cock-sucking, ass-licking, shit-headed son of a bitch---!” He cursed, his beak open wide as he continued to scream obscenities…

"Yes, if our child is a boy, I want him to be dashing like me." "You're so confident," Ava muttered before kissing her husband's cheek. "Then, is there anything else you like?" "Aquilla. Its shape resembles an eagle. In Greek mythology, Aquilla is a pet and a creature that was tasked with carrying lightning by Zeus. Sounds cool, right?" Ava nodded. "Let's put them into the list." When they were about to read again, the sound of a horn roused their bodies from the bed. "Uncle, Auntie! Are you still sleeping?"

Grub said, looking at the multitude of crows that mulled around the rooftops. Rex looked to where he was staring, saw the birds and cocked an eyebrow, “I remember you said something about them going and telling your gods about deeds and such. How do they do that?” “Crows eat the skin for the stories, eat eyes to see what man saw, then pass onto bone god.” Kealy turned to look at Dilo, “But they’re only birds, I don’t get it. Gets eaten by a great bloody snake and thinks nothing of it, but then goes and fears crows like they are going to annihilate him.”

This creature was clearly no ordinary being, and its power had likely surpassed even the Fusion Stage. “That’s an ancient figure from my lineage!” the Violet Rain Bird exclaimed, its eyes filled with awe. “I can tell by the figure’s form. This is the very first of our kind. I never thought I’d see a trace of my ancestor here. This tomb must indeed be unimaginably old.” Adrian absorbed the bird’s explanation, noting the creature’s profound legacy. This ancient being of the Violet Rain Bird’s lineage was a legend from an era long past. The reason for its depiction here remained a mystery though, and Adrian’s gaze hardened with caution.

She knew something only a goddess could ken of aeons to come, and like a goddess, told no secrets to her followers. Lady Skadhi Ondurdis shot one of Jarngrimr's ravens down with the aurora borealis of her bow and felled it into the aether. She scooped it up with her white mittened hands. What Lady Skadhi, goddess of the hunt and winter snow, said to the dead bird's ear, only the Norns could know. The bird's soul flew away in the wake of the queens, now the Arctic goddess' messenger, following her cherished priestess Aslaugh – perhaps to watch over princess Aslaugh and the budding child, or perhaps for something more. Gods are never clear, after all.

Just as we were about to move, Eira suddenly spoke. “I might have a way to help,” she said. We all looked at her. “I can summon a Spirit Bird to guide us.” “It’s a small spirit creature formed from magic energy. It looks like a tiny warbler, but it can fly much higher and faster than a normal bird. If I send it ahead, it can watch the skies and warn us if the weather starts to change.” The idea caught everyone’s attention. Still, I couldn’t help feeling uneasy.. “Are you sure that little spirit bird will be alright?” I asked, glancing up at the sky. “The weather up here changes too fast. What if a snowstorm or hail suddenly rolls in? Will it be able to get away before things get bad?”

“Oh, you won’t remember, you would have been just a small child. The Lightning Bird would appear, people would die. And it wasn’t just Idixat. It was my home, Isfap, Oren, Itoulp … even among the desert nomads.” Ilyria recalled the superstition she had grown up with. That the Lightning Bird was a portent of chaos, of unravelling, that he was warning or blessing depending on who was telling the story. Well, she had thought it just a superstition. “He killed them?” she asked.