Is Eren A Bird Novels & Stories

"I don't want to rip my shirt." Eron's shirt lay discarded on the grass as he stood before me, his back to me. With a swift motion, two magnificent wings unfurled from his back, and I gasped in astonishment. They were angel-like wings, their feathers glistening in the moonlight as they stretched out, casting a shadow on the ground beneath. "Velia, I want to show you something truly special," Eron said softly, his eyes locked onto hers. Still taken aback by the sight before me, I cautiously approached, my curiosity overcoming my initial surprise. With trembling fingers, I reached out and touched one of the feathers. It was soft and cool to the touch, sending a shiver of awe down my spine.

He took his seat at the table, leaning back with a grin that was far too wide. My father leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in years. “So, Eren, now that you have been fed, tell us. How is that colorful love life of yours? Have you finally met someone who can tolerate you for more than a week?” Eren bristled, snatching a piece of bread. “I do not have a messed-up love life like yours, thank you very much! But you would not believe the woman I saw today. She was like an actual vision. An angel in a navy skirt.”

He screamed miserably, "Stop, stop! Please spare me, I was wrong!" Valerie punched him a few more times before finally stopping. She looked at him and asked, "So now, are you going to cooperate?" Eren cried with a pitiful face and said, "Y-Yes! My name is Eren Kirstein, nickname Swift Shadow, an unofficial disciple of Thunder Sect." Eric shouted, "I don't care who you are! What were you trying to do, sneaking onto Mount Lourneau in the middle of the night?" Eren shrank back and replied, "I was gathering intel. And I figured I would try my luck and see if I could kidnap the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince."

The training yard rang with the thud of bodies and the sharp crack of staffs colliding. Dust hung in the cool morning air, mingling with sweat and pine. Lyra circled the group of trainees with the sharp patience of a predator, barking corrections when stances faltered. Her presence kept the younger wolves taut, every motion precise. Then one boy stumbled. Eren, barely seventeen, swayed as if his legs no longer belonged to him. His staff slipped from his hands and fell with a dull thud. He clutched his chest, gasping.

The woman’s eyes flickered to me. “Name?” “Bliss” She nodded, “I’m Eren. I’ll be your trainer.” She bowed to the Kharo. “Can I have her now?” She asked. Kharo nodded. She didn’t waste time. The moment Kharo sat down, she threw a knife at me. Literally. I ducked, my instincts faster than my thoughts. “Good”, Eren muttered. “But don’t rely on your instincts alone. They’ll get you killed. Just ask quickly, as they’ll save you.”

And that was enough to glisten her hope. She moved, careful enough to reinstate that she was a human. She screamed, tossing her feet back over the bird’s nest and out of the shadow of the huge tree. She had then heard the thudding of footsteps away like the person was running. She pursued, having no idea who exactly she was chasing. Perhaps it was a serial murderer that came to bury his last victim in the forest, she hadn’t known.

"I love you, Dakota and I'm certain that very soon, we'll find a solution to all our problems." "I hope so," I replied softly, kissing his beautiful lips. Axton was asleep when I set out to see Erika that evening. We planned on visiting the psychic and she asked me to meet her at the food market. Pausing for a moment, I took in the beauty of the desert, the light dancing on the sand, and the heat shimmered on the horizon. It baffled me how a harsh desert could hold so much beauty. I lifted my head and saw a very small but beautiful, multicolored bird that seemed almost unreal. Its feathers were a vibrant mix of blues, greens, and yellows, and its eyes sparkled like jewels in the sunlight.

Our footsteps echoed softly as we moved deeper, the light from our phones cutting through the darkness. Then I saw it. Black residue smeared across one of the rocks. Burned symbols etched into the stone. Melted wax. Feathers scattered like debris after a storm. Eren crouched and his expression sharpend. “She must have staged it,” he murmured. “Every part of it.” He picked up a bone that was a part of a whole skeleton, turning it carefully in his fingers. “Look,” he said. “A swan.” My stomach clenched. “Do you know what it means?”

The bird immediately landed on the back of the empty seat next to me from the left. "It's his majesty's bird," Erenea said in surprise. I don't know why he should be surprised. This is just a messenger bird and there is no big deal using it. "Yes. I borrowed it since I needed to consult with my grandfather about the situation in the Capital." I answered him. The topic is harmless, and there is no reason for me to hide that since she's coming with us. "Your grandfather? Who is he?" He frowned when he asked me.

Jordan remarked, raising an eyebrow. “No, there's nothing really going on between us.” I assured him, “But what did you mean by an upgrade to his past dating record?” “You’re a good girl Emily, the kinda girl guys like Eren don't usually get,” Jordan explained, his tone serious. “His last relationship was no different from a dumpster fire.” “I'm not sure if you have heard this before, but Eren used to have a mate. Her name was Allison.” He took a pause and it left me wondering what happened between Eren and his mate.