Manga Black Bird Novels & Stories

The bird wheeled back down, its obsidian eyes filled with fury. "Blasted animal," bellowed a voice. The shadows of a figure shot into the air, and he punched at the direction of the incoming animal, sending ropes of chains forged of his Inner Breath energies at it. With its limited mobility due to its size, the mammoth bird could not evade the attack and an explosion struck it squarely in its chest. The wounded bird rolled several times in the air, emitting a few guttural screeches of pain and it fled, flying away.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

RAAARRRR! The sound of a large angry bird filled the air, as the small bird had turned into a giant red-eyed Roc with dark purple feathers. The claws on both of its sharp legs attacked Zi Bo ferociously. Resulting in both of Zi Bo's hands being instantly cut off, and Hai Mingyue instantly carried Hai Mingyue away from Zi Bo. RAAARRRR... "Thank you little bird." Hai Mingyue said calmly. RAAARRRRR... "Damn bird." Zi Bo said looking at the small bird that was not too big because it was young. Zi Bo's hand that was cut off earlier grew back quickly. And suddenly from the sky a dark hand appeared above the flying bird.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Fortunately, they were not too far from the capital, and this part was free from the occupying troops. Sometimes, when the unstable clouds parted, and a patch of the washed-out sky was cleared, Svetlana saw mechanical blackbirds flap their giant wings, their shadows sliding over the platoon like a momentary night. They were friendly; Wulfstan’s flying machines were in the shape of a crooked-nosed eagle. Once, they witnessed an aerial fight between a blackbird and an eagle, filling the sky with a raucous mechanical cawing. Then the clouds scudded back. Later on, they found bent and scorched pieces of metal and a bloodied pilot’s harness. It was not clear who it had belonged to.