Letter Delivering Bird Novels & Stories

She said and we began to look around. Just then, I saw a Large bird. As it moved closer, I discovered it was a pigeon and not just a normal pigeon, a homing pigeon. It flew towards me and perched on my hand. Tied to its leg was a little rope which in turn was tied to folded-up the letter. I took the letter and the bird flew away instantly. I opened the letter. It was from Magnus and it seemed to have been written in a hurry. - Alpha Daniel, I have written this in a rush to tell you about the things that have been happening.

Folding the letter carefully, I ran my fingers over the delicate parchment, sealing it with a crystal-clear wax seal that shimmered faintly in the moonlight, a mark that signified a secret letter, one meant only for the intended recipient. Rising to my feet, I walked over to the open window, the cool night air brushing against my skin. I brought two fingers to my lips and whistled softly, a clear, melodic sound that pierced the quiet. Moments later, the gentle flutter of wings reached my ears, and a sleek messenger bird landed gracefully on the windowsill. Its silvery feathers gleamed under the crescent moonlight, its sharp, intelligent eyes meeting mine. “Take this to him,” I whispered, hol

But not by me. “The child is the most important part," I wrote next. "And don’t forget I have a surprise for you. I underlined surprise twice. I rolled the parchment tight and the blueprint and tied it with black ribbon. I took the bird from its perch, a pale grey thing with sharp eyes, and pressed a kiss to the top of its head. Its heart beat fast against my fingers. “Fly fast,” I whispered. “Fly to him.” I strapped the message to its leg and opened the narrow window. The cold rushed in. The bird beat its wings once and flew out into the night, disappearing into the black sky like a ghost.

“I saw you speaking on your phone earlier; we also have those here, you know? And get this…We know about the internet and emails too! We aren’t entirely living in the stone age. However, we have some ancients who still write letters, though.” Her sarcasm was a bit unexpected and unnecessary. “And how does one go about receiving or sending a letter?” I continue asking. “Well, first you grab a pen and paper….I’m just kidding. Do you want to write a letter to someone? Or does someone want to send you a letter? There is a pack P.O box people generally use. Our mailman, Chester, goes into the city to collect all mail twice a week and then delivers the mail to the intended receivers.”

Emma unlocked the door. The man smiled politely. "Emma Parker?" "Yes?" "I have a delivery for you." He extended the envelope. Emma accepted it. "Who sent it?" The delivery man shrugged. "No name listed." She frowned. "That's strange." The man nodded. "Have a good evening." Before she could ask anything else, he turned and disappeared down the hallway. Emma closed the door. The apartment suddenly felt quieter than before. She looked down at the envelope. Plain white. No return address.

Suddenly, there was a bird hovering around the garden which was very strange and rare. He watched as the bird perched on a tree flower branch and he went closer to it. Looking closely at it, the bird had a message strapped to its legs. After collecting the wrapped paper, the bird flew away immediately. Prince Dagard looked around and when he was sure no one was around looking, he opened the letter.

The old handler studied the page. His smile slowly disappeared. "I remember that night." "You do?" "It caused more paperwork than usual." Sam's attention sharpened. "What happened?" Elias frowned. "The bird never came back." Silence. Sam blinked once. "What?" "The original bird." "It never returned." He stared at the old handler. "That's impossible." "So we thought." "Messenger birds always return." "They're trained to." "Exactly." Sam looked down at the records again. "But the dispatch ledger marks the mission complete."

The delivery guy pleaded while stuttering. “Shhhhhhhhh, chill man it's a question no need of beating your self.” he said as he stood and gave him a friendly punch on the chest and shouted Daymond's name. “Yo Daymond, move your ass here man.” Daymond came looked at the delivery guy and knew wat to do immediately, he collected the delivery, paid and sent the delivery guy away. He opened it and it was a box almost empty but you could tell that something is dangling inside of it . He tore the caton and saw a red hair underneath it was a letter.

Next to him lay a small leather tube, the kind used for messenger birds. "What are you doing, Rhys?" I whispered to the shadows. I watched him finish the note. He didn't read it over. He didn't have time. He blew on the ink to dry it, his breath hitching in the cold air. Then, he reached into a small cage I hadn't noticed before. He pulled out a dark bird—a swift. My stomach dropped. Swifts were faster than pigeons. They were used for one thing only: urgent, secret reports.

What seems like forever, my phone vibrates across the bedside table, and I quickly pick it up and open the message. Unknown Number: Are you wanting me to get your father’s blessing? Me: I don’t know. I do, but I also don’t want you to fight again. Unknown Number: Yes or no, Little Bird? I am willing to go to war for you. It’s not every day you find someone you have a connection with. Swallowing thickly as I type my response, my index finger hovers over the send button before I finally gain the courage and press send. Me: Yes.