Novel & Cerita Mythological Birds

Even my heart skipped a beat! But suddenly, quick shadows flickered overhead and a rusty scream echoed over the Citadel. Lesana opened her eyes in horror and they reflected black birds soaring in circles. Crows... Harbingers of death, scavengers. Their hoarse voice fell from the sky, echoing. Where are these nasty birds from? And why won't anyone chase them away? Cold sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades. Everyone knows: where the raven circles, death walks there.

The easily six inch wide wreath of monkshood surrounding the bird is what has set my beast off. “Well?” she asks, her voice muffled by the pillow and her arm. “Right here…” I trace the sparrow, “is a sparrow.” “Like what you call me?” her delight is evident in her voice. “Yes baby. The greeks believed it to symbolise deep love and connection.” My finger drifts to the deadly wreath encircling the little sparrow.

Before the truth could whisper it’s way into the world, he cradled my face with one of his large hands and brought his lips down to my own. As I was swept away in his touch, in his love, I realized I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye. Azrael and Orion returned with three creatures plucked from a fairytale, from a slew of mortal myths that were written off as fiction. They were horses with large, muscular bodies, but that wasn’t what had my jaw dropping. It was the wings sprouting from their backs. Soft, feathered wings that shimmered a million colors in the sunlight.

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.

Despite the poor illumination provided by the candle, the detailed features of the birds could be seen from all dimensions. Wait, Zita raised her candle, and its light created a little distinct feature on the image. What bird wears a sword on their waist and girdle and shoes? ‘This was no bird,’ she concluded as they came even closer to the image. They looked more like men who had wings strapped on their backs like eagles but have swords and armors. Zita’s frowned deepened as she felt all the stories that her mother had told her were false. How could her mother mistake men with wings as birds?

This girl is not mate, but she will wield the sword, then she put an end to immortality and arrogance. I didn't believe it at first, but seeing Aphrodite's prowess this time, I'm sure the prophecy could be true. Yeah, because the predicted Fallen Angel will choose to end immortality in Fenghuang's hands. And that Seraphim is... Me. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ [The Story Behind the Legendary Phoenix Bird] The Phoenix bird in ancient mythology is a symbol of the Sun. The sun rises, 'dies' and is reborn, so does the Phoenix.

“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.”

I coughed, setting the cup aside as Pelin bounced in place, clutching a thick, old book I hadn’t seen before. “Pelin—what—” “Moonbirds!” she practically yelled. “They’re here! In ancient times, there were actual moonbirds!” I stood up so quickly the world tilted. She flipped the book toward me, pointing at the page. “It says they were also called Heaven’s Birds because their eyes were blue and their feathers pure white.” My breath caught painfully in my chest. I grabbed her and hugged her hard, laughing and crying at the same time as she twirled us clumsily across the rug as sunlight poured through the window.

"Yes, if our child is a boy, I want him to be dashing like me." "You're so confident," Ava muttered before kissing her husband's cheek. "Then, is there anything else you like?" "Aquilla. Its shape resembles an eagle. In Greek mythology, Aquilla is a pet and a creature that was tasked with carrying lightning by Zeus. Sounds cool, right?" Ava nodded. "Let's put them into the list." When they were about to read again, the sound of a horn roused their bodies from the bed. "Uncle, Auntie! Are you still sleeping?"

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical