Red X Silver Angry Birds Mga Nobela at Kwento

’ ‘Wow…her tri-color eyes…so wonderful…’ Mira’s eyes turned into her mixed tri-color eyes. From the dark pupil turned into a moonlight silver with an explosion of mauve that was falling to crimson blood which made the white part of her eyes partially gone. Mira blushed when she heard Angel’s comment but she leave it be and focus on his wolf.

"For that matter, I have already cleared up the misunderstanding with Jae. And if you've come to me because you believe I'm better suited to be Airburst than he is, please also believe that I will win. It's not just Angus; whoever I face, I intend to win." ... When Ravyn snapped back to reality, she found herself still suspended in the air. Angus was already charging toward her, surrounded by a fiery crimson phoenix aura. Without hesitation, Ravyn soared upward using her footwear and firearm, her left fist cloaked in a shroud of gray aura, which condensed into a formidable black layer. *blaze-BAMM!!*

She was angry, annoyed and relieved at the same time. She restrained herself from running and knocking Kay down. Good grief! What's with this feeling!

Even as I felt his hand going lower and lower, I still couldn't move. But just before he could really touch me. I felt his fingertips graze me before Finn got a hold of him. I had never seen him like that before. Definitely remind me never to piss off an angel! His eyes were bright, but they weren't white anymore, they almost had a red hue to them. Almost as if his anger was turning his eyes red. For the first time I saw his soft feathers turn hard like our daughters did. At least the first time as Maddox.

He muttered, trying his best to conceal his anger despite having the urge to scrape his nails against Rhyder’s bitter countenance. The other huffed and released a smirk. “That is the best part. I pray he sucks in hell!” Damien’s rage increased at this. No matter how he still tried to retain himself, he could not just do it. He stood still when the glass of blood slipped from his grip and chattered on the floor, his shoulders rising with his ire as he stretched his aching fingers. He did not plan for the cobalt color of his irises to turn red, yet it did, and even as he tried to make them stay open, they could not help but narrow fiercely at Rhyder’s smirking expression.

His normally gray eyes blaze bright, bright blue, clashing with the orange and red in the corona around his head. His aura really is amazing. The passion, the heat—flames crackling with heat—so intense— “Jasmine!” I blink. He’s talking to me. Asking me something. Something important… because the red means — “You’re angry,” I breathe, awed by the shimmering sunset colors.

The last silver is collecting the final hatchling in his front paws. “NOW!” I say to my soldiers. They drag the second harpoon launcher over the edge of the mountain. The silver turns and screams angrily at us before lifting into the air with the hatchling in his paws. “Hurry!” I yell as he begins flying away. When my soldiers are ready, I give the order. “Kill him!” They aim the harpoon at the silver who is flying quickly to get out of our line of fire. “NOW!” I scream. The harpoon launches, aimed at the silver.

he told her. "Really? It might be their batch. Where is it?" Sage crossed his hands to his back, "I told Rae to visit the neighbourhood pack." "Okay, good. What does it look like?" Aurora asked as she walked after Sage who had turned to leave. "It's designed with the colour red and black with a portrayal of an eagle inscribed on it," he relayed and Aurora tried to think if she had seen something like that. "I'm sure we'll find them soon and I don't think they are from Autumn pack."

“Come for me, Kade Warren. Take your pound of flesh from me. Be angry. Fight for revenge.” Let me have fun tearing down Silver Moon.

“Lady Emory, then.” Knowing I’m not going to win this battle, I concede. Gavin shows off his little menagerie. There are birds I’ve seen in books, and there are birds I’ve never even heard of. They come in all sorts of colors from black to a rainbow of feathers. “And over here is the rarest in my collection, the Firebird. There are known to be less than fifty of them in the world.” Inside the cage is a bird with feathers that look like flames. Its feathers are a mix of reds, yellows, and oranges. Its beak and eyes are obsidian black. Something about its face looks sickly and old.