Other Birds Novels & Stories

I smiled and then went to sit by bank of the water that was flowing. I observed the birds that were sitting around doing nothing and then there were some those were in pairs and then a few of them were busy building their nest. On the ground there were squirrels hopping around, they jumped on and off the trees as they enjoyed themselves. There was grass present on both the sides of this little water body. It was a spectacular view and yet my mind wandered to the view that I had seen with him when we were returning from our trip.

Bewildered, I intended to move when the ground rumbled again. I thought it was going to open up again but as I looked up, I was left in awe. Instead of the ground opening, animals came running out of the forest. And when I mean animals, I meant ALL DIFFERENT KINDS! Deers, moose, bears, jaguars, foxes, monkeys and the like. Their eyes were glowing a bright yellow. My attention was then drawn to the sky and I raised my gaze surprised as hundreds of birds were flying around. Eagles, hawks and the like.

Chapter Twenty-Seven His shiny eyes just stared at me as if he were a reflection that penetrated my eyesight. He differs from the other blackbirds. I know what they called this a Raven. I secretly smiled because I knew for myself that he was a special blackbird. More clever, quick and unique to crawls and owls. I rubbed his feathers to make him even more meek and, as Willow says, we need to step on our blackbirds and let them know we are their master.

Creak. Creak. The two men were back on the road, their horses moving at a slow, steady pace, making the ride in the small cart feel easy and comfortable. They passed tall trees lining the path, their shadows casting sharp, shifting patterns on the ground as they journeyed home. The weather had shifted since their departure, and nature seemed to be alive with vibrant color. Flowers bloomed in full display, enhancing the beauty of the landscape. Butterflies fluttered gracefully through the air, their delicate wings shimmering. Birds sang from the treetops, some fluttering in the breeze, their wings spread wide as they danced in the sky. Above them, the sky was a clear, brilliant blue, streaked

Ailestair stuttered but successfully told me that. He's referring to the huge bird in the middle. It has different colors from the two. It's crown is flaming in blue. Just as I am about to replied, the huge bird spreads it's wings and the two imitates it. And an clamorous chirping almost deafened those near me. Shockingly, the bird in the middle flaps it's wings and gradually changes it's form into- human?! Wait, so, these birds can transformed into human?! As in, like Devaugn?!

Bianca woke up as a Queen and no wild flying bird objected to her reign. As the crows soared through the moonlit sky, their numbers began to multiply. One by one, more joined the flock, their glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light. The flapping of their wings echoed in the stillness of the night as they came together, united by their shared mission. With each passing moment, the flock grew larger, like an unstoppable force gathering strength. The crows cawed with determination, their voices echoing through the dense forest. They flew through the trees, their wings beating in perfect harmony, their beady eyes focused on the goal ahead.

The Early morning sun was smiling to the Earth. It was favourable weather. The birds of the Air flew from one direction to another, searching for food to eat while some were hunting to make sure they built a nest especially for their young ones. Because of how they worked in groups, it made the sky look colourful due to how the birds had different skin colors.

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,

Clara could feel the tension constricting her chest, waiting to take over. Air churned behind him, gathering and molding into what she could make out like birds—ten of them—flapping their wings in a beat. The small birds did a little show in a swooping arc and glide. The flutter of their small wings had Clara’s heart doing the same. As they glided in swiftness, a flash of rich browns and brilliant blues followed them in a trail.

That one moment when she'd been my Mum and nothing else. The other reason was because, after the monsters left, I would curl up on the pile of crumpled clothes at the bottom of my wardrobe, close the door, switch on the torch and look at the pictures of all the birds. From the bright blue and yellow macaw, to the sunburst orange crown of the cockatoo, from the rainbow-billed toucan, to the striking red of the scarlet ibis, I learnt everything I could about them. I drank in every single word until I could recite it off by heart. Memorised every picture like it was a photograph I had taken myself. Looking at the birds in all their wondrous colour calmed me, helped me forget.