Letter Delivering Bird Novels & Stories

It was stamped with the emblem of a bird, and as I opened it up and began to read the message inside, my fears were confirmed. The letter was from the Black Bird Wolves, a notorious group of rogues who hunted down any werewolf who had been banished from their packs. They were known for their viciousness and their ruthless tactics, and the mere mention of their name was enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest wolves.

He returned to his seat, but his back did not meet the throne’s velvet rest; unease coiled in his chest like smoke. It had been years since the great kingdom of Arcadia last reached out to him. Whatever compelled their new king to send word must be grave indeed. The golden ribbon came away with a faint sigh. “Who delivered this letter?” he asked, eyes narrowing. “A messenger bird, Your Highness,” the guard replied, kneeling. “A bird?” King Harry’s white beard brushed his chest as he stroked it thoughtfully. “King Nicolas could have sent a man. A messenger bird means urgency—or danger on the roads from Arcadia.” His voice dropped, heavy as iron.

I repeated, softer this time, to myself. For the first time in years, the crown on my head felt like nothing more than a chain. By dawn the letter was carried by a bird I trusted less than the man who would receive it. Hours stretched, heavy and airless, until the only thing left to do was ride.

“What is it with you people? For years, you’ve considered it great sport to bash the Postal Service and those of us who work there. Let me tell you something about these people who deliver your mail. Many of us are teachers outside the classroom. We're pee wee and little league coaches. We're also writers and artists, pilots and volunteer firemen, dancers and jazz musicians, guitarists and pianists, choir members and ministers. We're your brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, grandmothers and grandfathers. We're your next door neighbor. Take a look at what Going Postal means to a letter carrier, commonly referred to as your mailman. “They start their day while many of you are still in b

My stomach tightened. I rose slowly and approached it, careful not to startle it. The bird didn’t move. Just watched me, head tilting slightly as I untied the parchment and freed it from its burden. The moment I was done, it launched itself back into the air, gone as quickly as it had arrived. I didn’t think much of it at first. Birds carried messages all the time. This one bore no sigil, no obvious mark of urgency. Just a folded letter, sealed simply.

The post box is kept in a secretive place, and I have told everyone who is part of my clan (those who work for me) that no one should send me any letter unless it is about a pressing issue or something more secretive. I issued this post box not too long ago, and that was because someone sniffed in on what we usually send to ourselves. We use birds to send letters so secretively that if someone killed the bird, the person was a rogue. He wanted to eat the bird but stopped after reading the letter. I had to trace the person before killing him. I knew that the person was dangerous to us and might decide to harm us.

Don’t you dare walk away from me!”, she yells out. We continued to walk when we heard flipping, so we turned to the sound; we see Mr. Owl and yes, that’s his last name. “Mr. Owl, it’s a wonderful surprise to see you.”, I tell him. “Who’s Mr. Owl, mama?”, Jessy asks, looking between us. “Mr. Owl is the one who delivers our mail.”, I tell her. She nods her head as Mr. Owl hands me a letter, shocked I gently grab it and open the letter to read it out loud.

Let them see the truth. The letters waited on the desk. I gathered them and strode to the raven coop atop the Lore tower, the cool morning air biting at my skin. The birds—sleek, intelligent creatures trained for secure missives—fluttered in their enclosures, eyes sharp as daggers. I attached each letter to a different raven: Elara's to the swiftest, Hargrove's to a sturdy black one, Thorne's to a reliable gray.

Alexa's POV… "Let's be positive that the letter will get to them respectively," Kim said with faith. I sighed worriedly. I was worried about the letter getting into the wrong hands. The plain sheets of paper, ink and feathers I stole from Alpha Carl's chambers were used to write letters to Simon and Selena calling for their help. I was able to send the letters to them through an ancient bird, a rare species that was used in sending letters. It is small in size and loves to perch at windows.

When we got out, Samuel lifted his arm and eagle spread it’s wings and flew high up in the sky. I got curious kaya naman I ask him. “Sure ba kayong hindi mawawala yung eagle sa himpapawid? Paano nila malalaman kung saan yung address?” Samuel look at me flatly. “The birds wouldn’t be the one who will send it straight to the address written, instead, it will go straight to one of pigeon lofts on the capital. The courier will be the one who will send it straight to the address written.”