Mythical Birds Novels & Stories

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

And it had hatched a year ago thanks to the help of his sect's ancestors. Long Chen had since learned that the dark purple bird was a legendary bird on par with the Phoenix. The little bird itself was one of the legendary Rocs that was said to be able to swallow everything in this world. Long Chen was initially quite surprised by the little bird's birth, as he couldn't believe that Long Niao was a Roc that was even a rival to the Phoenix and several other legendary birds. "Hahaha, great! No one is guarding. Let's get out." Long Chen said happily when he saw that the gate was completely empty.

"Hey. It's going to be okay. I've been exactly where you are. I spent my life thinking I was human, but then I met Grigori and learned I was a Thunderbird. My whole life got turned on its head." "What's a Thunderbird?" Piper wiped her eyes, curiosity outweighing her confusion. "Sort of like a phoenix," Madelyn explained. "A mythical bird that can kill dragons. It summons storms and can create sonic booms with its wings." "Wait, you kill dragons?" Madelyn bit her lip and nodded. "They're supposed to be my mortal enemy. It's a long story, but being with Grigori changed the way I saw things. And being a part of the Barinov family It's amazing. You won't regret being mated to Mikhail. Change thi

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

It's as if the Mystic Ring is moaning in agony as it witness the cruelty of some of the people standing on its grounds. The sweet chirpings of the birds suddenlt sounds like a broking glass. The roars of the dragons are the ones echoing in the skies as they fly around in an uneasy manner. The boars and the deers are hiding even in the darkest parts of the Mystic Ring. The mythical creatures such as the sphinx, griffins and chimera are acting restless which makes them look like they're going feral. The trees are not swaying with the winds and refuses to go with the natural flow of nature.

Its characteristic was relatively peaceful and could help cultivators in the creation of alchemical pills and weapons without consuming much of their spiritual energy. There was also the ten-thousand-year-old mysterious flames in the deep sea, which was bone-chillingly cold. There was the legendary flame of the phoenix, comparable to that of an immortal, and the fire of the sacred beast, Vermillion Bird.

He held something like a laptop computer he connected it to my brain and it started to read what he was operating. It scans so many creatures under the ocean and particularly under the ocean god’s palace and selected the bold bird. The details about the bold bird began to unfold. They were very strong spiritual birds compared to an eagle who dwells on mountains. Their eyes could travel far above the mountains. They could see what others couldn’t see. They are fortune tellers. They could easily read the mind and memories of humans and try to take advantage.

Estella replied back changing the topic. “Indeed, and they are called birds of heaven. The ones which are red in color. And those, the blue ones, they are always in a pair, and they are called birds of soul.” Valor said explaining Estella about those birds, and continued with a question, “Haven’t you ever seen them, Estella? Or Don’t tell me, you just see the animals which you hunt!!” He raised his eyebrows and earned a hard glare from her side. She punched his forearm softly warning,

“Sir Gavin, why would you bring a dying bird to the castle? Wouldn’t it have been better to be left behind at your estate?” “The Firebird dying is the reason why I brought her to the castle. I thought it would be a spectacular show.” At our confused expressions, he explains, “The Firebird is known in some places as the phoenix. It dies and resurrects in a gust of flames. There’s nothing like it in this world.” I stare more curiously at the bird. “It can come back to life?” Gavin nods. “Some cultures believe that the Firebird can live on forever if she chooses to. Like vampires.”

"What is a Seven Feather Flag? What exactly is it?" "It is a magical treasure made from the native feathers of seven divine birds, which means that there are seven divine birds who gave their lives for this. These must’ve been bred in the prehistoric era, including the Phoenix, Golden Crow, Vermilion Bird, Four-Eyed Bird, One-Legged Stork, Red-Tailed Bird, and the Nine-Headed Bird. Think about it. This flag was so powerful," Shelly said. "Unfortunately, it was actually on the statue, but given as a bodice. How extravagant this woman must’ve been when she was alive," Alex explained and looked around.