Mythical Bird Names Novels & Stories

Her silvery voice feels like it softly caresses them, and the sound is as beautiful as the woman herself. The bird takes off from the low hanging branch and flies straight into the hollow sphere around her. As the bird passes the surface, it wobbles slightly as a shimmer of all the colors of the rainbow spreads across the thin film. Rana extends her hand so the bird can land on one finger and she pats it gently on the head. "My bird's name is Siberia, because she's a Siberian Jay, she giggles amused by her own creativity. Siberia has been my companion for millennia." The Mistress of the forest looks up at Indra and studies her with interest. "Why have you taken possession of my Siberia?"

The birds chirped responded to Akshara and one of the five came forward and introduced herself as Nails and informed Akshara that the girl had possessed the talent of interpreting with animals and birds. Akshara partly believed her and asked about what the birds were telling. The birds chirped. Nail translated to Akshara, “They are introducing themselves” Akshara replied enthusiastically, “Oh, is it…How crazy you are” Nail replied after listening to birds, “They are called Sun and Shine. They say they were named by you.” Akshara was shocked to hear, “Is that so…Did I name them? They are nicely named. Nail, can you ask…did they know who I am?”

It nested in a golden apple tree, preening its brilliant fiery peacock wings. “Yes, my love. It is zhar ptica, the firebird. She brings good fortune to all who see her. Unless of course, you are a fool of a prince that wishes for more than he can handle! Then, my dear, you will find yourself in for a world of pain.”

Alicia asked, excitedly. “What?” The boy was confused. "I recognize that bird." "Which bird?" "It was Ataraxia!" Ataraxia was a mythical bird that only appeared in myths. The same thing happened in Coulson. They, too, had a mythical bird named Myastra. Myastra was a half-god, half-human who lived between the human and divine realms. It was no different than any other bird in the human world. Because mythical birds were frequently threatened, they would grant the person who saved their lives one wish.

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.

To be honest it was a sight to behold. "It is a Phoenix. The bird is called Phoenix and according to the books. I read it is believed to guide someone of great strength and destiny to accomplish their purpose. It is believed that anyone whom it follows becomes a legend," I said with a smile. For the first time, I felt like I knew something he didn’t. "Your life must have been boring for you to memorize such a useless belief. This is the twenty-first century. Those things are mere superstitions," Noah said and I felt my bubble of joy deflate.