J M Barrie Little White Bird Novels & Stories

Thinking that it might got lost and entered the cavern by mistake just like them, Niccoli tried to approach the small bird. "Come on little birdy, don't be scared. We will get you out of here." But before Niccoli could come closer, the adorable fluffy bird, surprising breaths out a fire! "The heck!" Niccoli and the rest of his friends was surprised to see it too. Thankfully, the fire that the tiny creature emitted was not enough to graze Niccoli. The adorable, fluffy white bird had its nose flaring and smoke was puffing from its mouth. "Who are you calling little birdy????! I won't let your filthy hands touch me! Get away from me!!!"

I wasn't one to stand for bullying, especially toward a girl I was beginning to see as a close friend. I was going to advise her to let Alix know about it when a Mistdove flew through my open window and landed on my bed, making us squeak in surprise. It was a white mistdove with dots of blue colors scattered across several parts of its tiny white body. It was Milli, my aunt's mistdove. The tiny dove chirped at me as if waiting for me to do something.

But is this really what I want? William's words echoed in my head again, each one becoming a whisper that disturbed my thoughts. I'm conflicted again! The sky turned gray, and the sun was hidden from view behind gray clouds. My mood is like the gray sky, gloomy, low! A white-feathered bird flew across to my left and circled above me before landing on the wooden round table in front of me. The white bird bowed its head and pecked at the bread on its dish with its sharp beak. That was my untouched lunch, and now it's bird food.

This time, I didn't chase him, didn't clutch at his sleeve, didn't sob and beg him to stay. I just stood there, staring after him, until his footsteps grew fainter. The sting in my nose began to spread, sharp, hot, and unrelenting. The photos had only just been developed, and already they lay in shreds. But the face on them was already carved into my memory. So this was Winnie Leigh. She was beautiful. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from breaking into sobs, but the tears spilled anyway, rolling down my hand like beads from a broken necklace.

"I belong to no one. Not you, not my father, or anyone else." "Quite interesting one we have here." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "What’s your name honey?" I hesitated for a second before answering. "Dove" "Do you know my specialty Dove?" His voice was calm but there was something devilish beneath. "I don't even know you, so how would you ask me that." I snapped. "I don't care" He arched a brow. "Oh you should my dear Dove" "I was promised a virgin, here am I with a virgin as a dove. Beautiful.” His tone lowered like a stone dipped in water.

Alien but welcome. He turned, then walked the perimeter of the border, about a few metres from where he had originally stood. It wasn't far from where he had first met Aella and imprinted on her. The place held so much sentimental value to him now. He'd imprinted on one of the greatest and rarest breeds of wolves, a White Wolf, and he had never felt this lucky. Among a grove of trees, a tombstone stood, white, and eerily regal. Vines and thistles were already creeping up the tombstone. Logan walked forward and crouched before the tombstone, then pushed aside the vines on it.

7 years ago One afternoon, little Sophia was playing on her front porch. Her hands were playing with two Tedy Bear dolls by herself. One doll looked shabby, while the other looked brand new. Her innocent face was beaming with happiness, because this morning Jerry, her new neighbor, gave her a new doll. Little Sophia was very happy to get to know her new neighbor, because the middle-aged man loved her like her own daughter. "Sophia! That doll is mine!" Sophia's smile faded when her new doll was snatched by someone.

He places the two down on the ground and the phoenix jumps and chirps happily. - Did you find my fireheart? Did you find Gary? The bird picks up the white stone with her beak. Lucifron launches a new cry of joy, and his friends come to sit beside him. - Is Gary all right? The bird takes the black stone. - He is alive? The bird takes the white stone. - You found out how we can get past the barrier? - Sarah asks. The bird rolls its eyes. She knows how to get past the barrier long before she meets Gary. But since she couldn't elaborate, she took the white stone.

Its form distinctly resembled that of my wolf, except for the fact that instead of my wolf’s brown eyes, its eyes were red. Deep, blood red. I backed away shakily, knowing there was no way I could outrun it. Knowing I would die faster if I turned my back on it. I stumbled, falling on the ground but I didn’t stop trying to back away. The wolf growled, stalking steadily towards me. I looked down all of a sudden at the dress I was wearing. It was blindingly white, almost like a wedding dress. One minute it was plain, the next, it darkened considerably scarlet, as if soaked in blood.

AFTER Lily Tap-tap-tap. I wake up to tapping sounds at the glass window facing the empty backyard of Dad's rented bungalow, I could hear the loud tapping in my sleep. Bleary eyed and with a curse at my lips, I pull the silk sandy beige curtains away and I see the form of tiny cute birds pecking at the glass window with their small black beaks. My irritation fades away and I can't help admiring their gorgeous cloth of feathers. The poor fools probably think their reflection is another bird. A pair of white birds with bright green and white feathers and a lone black and white bird with whiskers are next to it.