Manga Black Bird Novels & Stories

There, a black light was flickering faintly, and a pitch-black creature was crazily cursing at Zephyr Khan. The crisp sound was very pleasant to listen to. Upon closer inspection, one could see that it was a black bird. The other party had a pair of fire-red demonic eyes. Its entire body was covered in a black light that flickered like a flame. The other party's figure was like an immortal phoenix within the flame. It spread its wings and carried a noble and powerful aura... "It's you?" Looking at this black figure, Zephyr Khan immediately thought of the enormous bird silhouette that competed with that enormous hand seal not long ago. It was exactly the same as this bird, only, its size was

WILLOW POV “I may not be surprised that Thana is special among the witches. I can sense her power the magic that lives in her. I had proved it to myself. She is stronger than I ever thought. She has the special ability that a witch could never had her speed and strength for the first time I encountered a witch like her that I had never seen before. And what is too surprising to me? She has a different blackbird from the other. It’s not like just an owl or crawl. It’s a raven that only witches who have stronger power can be had. A raven is a clever and cunning bird they has an ability to fly upside down in the sky they can soar the highest sky and hills and has a sharpness eyes if all among t

Understanding that the scene will soon turn chaotic and observing how some black bugs released their anchor upon realising the lack of suction power, the group stopped their antics and resumed their flight. However, the black bugs seemed to have been given a boost in speed and they caught up to the group. Everyone dodged the stabbing tails the best they could for the few seconds before more creatures joined in on the fray. When they did, creatures started fighting one other. The lizards attacked the birds. The birds fought for their lives while the ones better off targetted their meals. The black bugs got tossed and bumped here and there and everywhere. The same went for the group who were o

I yell at Rhett and forcefully shove him out of the way. My hand shoots out, and black magic wraps around my wrist, trailing down my fingers. Like black vines, curling into the air my blood magic reaches out aiming for the foul bird. It twists and twines until it reaches the creature. Taking hold of it, my magic begins to strangle the massive creature, suffocating it quickly and draining it of life. The bird crashes to the ground. Dead. But my magic isn't done yet. The panic I had felt for Rhett’s life had fueled not only the blood magic I carried but also the beast within.

" she asked in surprise. Black passed his other hand behind the young woman's waist to plaster her against him. However, his rage calmed as soon as Bianca put her hand against his cheek. "I don't know what's going on here, but I think we're dealing with a translation problem. I did not understand what you meant. It's hard enough for me to understand if people talk too fast. But if you're mumbling, I have no chance of understanding," Bianca said. "Don't you want to live with me?" articulated Black more strongly. Birds flew in all directions, startled by the voice of the Mad One. Bianca looked at him, stunned.

Elena took it gently and flipped the cover, careful not to tear the battered pages. Inside was a drawing: jagged mountains, a row of stick-figure people—woman, child, three others with wolfish heads and improbable bodies, trailing a sled through deep blue snow beneath a black, glittering sky. At the bottom, in shaky crayon, was scrawled: “Hope is a wolf.” Elena smiled, her vision blurring a little. She looked up at the girl and, unsure what else to do, nodded. “Hope is a wolf?” she repeated, softly.

At first, she didn't even notice that, but then it happened again and again. She got up and came to the window. Then, having the doctor's words resonating in her head, she saw the black bird with some white flakes on its feathers. It observed what was going on inside the room. Bianca had to wipe her eyes to regain focus. And then their eyes met - at that very moment, she experienced something strange - a picture of her granddad's family crest flashed in her mind, and she finally realised it was also a black crow. It could not be a coincidence.

Her face was so focused, fearless, like failure wasn’t even a thought, that quiet moment of trying. He took the knife and its cold fire burned hot. Without pause, he dragged it across his palm. His blood wasn’t red, it was bright, liquid silver, burning with cold. The pain hit hard, squeezing his heart. He gasped, vision blurring, and slapped his bleeding hand onto the journal’s open page. The pages did not glow. They drank in the silver blood, the parchment turned black as night, then white lines burned bright, not words, but a perfect, simple image: a girl holding a small, hurt bird.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

It looks as normal as it could be. "I did it..." she whispered when the crow stopped squawking and fixed its gaze upon her. Karmina held the candle just a tad bit closer and noticed the blood that stained its dark feathers was also covered in black ink. She reached out cautiously and ran her fingers along its feathers, the black tainted blood smeared her fingers. As she smiled, the sense of relief washing over her, the crow's body expanded. First in its belly, then its head, until its body ruptured. She let out a scream as feathers, blood and bones splattered her and the inside of her hut.