Miraculous Peacock Novels & Stories

She offered Avery a small, tight smile before quickly hurrying down the hall. Dorothea was pressed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, her small face flattened against the pane as she peered outside. On the terrace below, a massive white peacock was pacing elegantly across the manicured lawn. Its long, elaborate train trailed over the grass, the iridescent eyespots on its feathers catching the morning sun and flashing like tiny mirrors. "Mommy. The peacock has so many eyes on its tail." "Yes, baby." "They're always watching us."

Sapphire said. As soon as I turn, I could not believe my eyes, here stood an all-white Lycan with clear blue eyes. Seeing is truly believing, looking at this beautiful creature in front me I had to agree with Sapphire she is a miracle and I cannot wait to see what she will do.

I wouldn’t want to waste the whole chapter doing that, would I? So where was I? Yes, according to the textbook, all demons will stray far from you if possess a white peacock feather. They seem to connect them to holiness or something and the feathers are very rare. I did some research on these white things because on my whole list of demon-repellers, finding a white peacock feather was the easiest possible object to get. I mean, where the fuck do you expect me to find the femur of a century-year-old Demon Lord or the nipple of a siren… I didn’t even know sirens fucking existed, and isn’t being afraid of a nipple fucking ridiculous.

Once she reaches my side, she places a gentle hand on my arm before gently guiding me over to a bench situated near a beautiful pond littered with creatures that I have never seen before. A bird the color of deep purple that reminds me of the cranes I used to watch as a small child on my grandparents farm hustles over to us quickly once we have settled on the bench. A tail that resembles a peacock juts out from the bird's back in varying shades of purple that blend nicely with the purple color of its body.

She said while having a nothing hand gestures. "Pet?" I asked her confusingly. What kind of pet? Why did it ran over there. "Yes. My peacock pet." She said proudly. "A peacock? I haven't see one before." While giving her a smile. My mood suddenly lift up. Who would not? A peacock. I just read and see a peacock on the books that my teacher used to prepare for me. "Do you want to see? Here take a look." She pulled the eco bag on her shoulder and opened it widely. She look on me. Maybe she's trying to figure out my reaction.

The image confirmed my suspicions. Over the past few days, I had been searching through the library for answers. Ancient texts described the existence of the Mystical Peacock, a bird with black feathers that shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow under the sunlight. The texts also stated that when a Mystical Peacock consumed the child-bearing potion, it would lay a white egg that would hatch into a Purple Peacock. I realized then—I was never a Black Peacock at all. I was the legendary Mystical Peacock.

In this enchanted garden, I must have finally entered the realm of the Legendary Moonbird. A flock of peacocks stood before me. Their slender necks were crowned by crests of feathers, and their fan-like tails displayed a brilliant array of sapphire blues and emerald greens. But how could I discern the Moonbird among them? Which one was it? Then I spotted it. Nestled among the flock were two peacocks as white as snow, their eyes blue like the heavens. What truly set them apart was the pattern of the Nazar Boncuğu woven into their feathers.

MIA Mr Peacock pulled me up gently, and turned me around to stare at my reflection in the mirror. “What do you think?” He asked, taking a step back for me to bask in just me. I stared at my reflection, the dress, making my mouth open and unable to close. It was literally drop dead gorgeous. A light sea patterned blue fabric with crystals framing its ends, created the perfect Roman-goddess-esque dress. My hair he curled, and pinned in a half up do.

It dazed him as the scent hit him again. With a whiff of a good mix of cardamom, vanilla, and cloves, the fragrances were all over his nostrils that flared. The scent was killing all his sensory organs, from his skin that pricked, mouthwatering to his eyes that wanted to pop out. The bird he held was the source, a peacock. It was taller than any bird he knew, about one hundred seventy centimeters tall. It covered its body in a vibrant ocean-blue color. Its feathers were all green and covered the part between the body and the tail. The most beautiful, captivating colored tail had brown-like leaves or feathers with spots like eyes that were a mix of green, brown, blue, and black.

“Peacock feathers are sometimes used in tantric ritual. There is a text called The Wheel of Sharp Weapons. A meditation on the destruction of the ego by Yamantaka. The first verses refer to peacocks in a poison grove.” “What do those lines mean?” “In India it was believed that the vibrant colors of peacock feathers resulted from the birds eating poisonous plants, transforming the poisons into something beautiful. The text was written by the Indian master Dharmaraksita, a yogi who practiced and composed his verses in a jungle, surrounded by predators. The peacock is a symbol of the Bodhisattvas—Buddha warriors who turn away from nirvana on the brink of enlightenment and choose to continue rei