Rock Chicks Novels & Stories

The claw pressed down again, smashing that figure into the ground. "How satisfying!" Brantley laughed heartily. He burst up from the earth, patted the dust off himself, and looked at the Azure Skyroc. "Mr. Berwyck, what kind of beast is this?" "Azure Skyroc, a kind of Roc," Geomen said, then continued, "There are many types of Roc, but the top three are the Golden Wingroc, Azure Skyroc, and Thunderfire Roc." "I see." Brantley thought of Lahava and asked, "That Thunderfire Roc we saw before…"

he asked, a hint of a grin on his face. “No!” I said, defensively. “There’s nothing wrong with Ostrich. Nuthatch is a little weird, and Chicken is just wrong. I think Flamingo is odd, too, but not Ostrich. Ostrich is great as long as you don’t do what they’re known for, and you don’t seem to.”

The clothes of the six birds were dry since it was not hot anymore. The four-winged rocks didn't notice that Soheila and the six birds were approaching them. They were worried for their child as they saw the two tiny birds were trembling due to their cries. The two tiny birds' plump bodies were only at the size of a palm. Unlike their parents, they are too tiny. The biological parents of the two tiny birds were worried as they won't stop crying. The female four-winged rocks cuddled the two tiny birds. However, the four-winged rocks sense a lot of auras approaching. And they became hostile when they saw humans. They glared at the uninvited guests. But before they could attack Soheila and the

He was hard, throbbing with it. “Up,” Vixen commanded and then looked each of them up and down. “Very good, pets,” she said tearing a packet open. Raven recognised the item as a c-kring a moment before she put it on Shadow. “Both my boys are a little excited,” she murmured as she ran her fingers up Raven and then slid the c-k ring over him. “This should help calm you down.”

"Every morning when I come out to feed them, she flies up onto the fence and waits for me. See how her feathers are all fluffy? Silkies always look like they're wearing little cloaks - that's why we call them silkies, their feathers feel just like silk!" As Eirene finally worked up the courage to stroke Luna's back, the hen leaned into her touch with obvious pleasure, and several other chickens - including a few of the Rhode Island Reds - wandered over to see what all the excitement was about. Hermes had already made friends with a particularly bold rooster, who was perched on his outstretched arm and preening his golden-brown feathers with great dignity. "Look at this guy!" Hermes laughed,

The following morning, Enzir woke up early with the sound of Kora’s nervous clucking. He looked out his window and found that the chicken was not without company. A rooster was walking around her excitedly and after flapping his wings, gave out a loud crow that could have woken even the heavy sleeper. Enzir smiled as he saw the two chickens eyeing each other and flapping their wings in some form of dance. Slowly, Enzir lowered his window to give the chickens some privacy.

Zealot almost fell out of his chair, "How is it doing that, and can it hurt anyone?" "When we first bonded, the overgrown parakeet damn near killed me. It used to be a real griffin until the Tinkerbells stole its soul and fused it to mine. We are stuck together for life now." He gestured to the majestic spectral griffin, "He can't interact with anything, but it makes me look less crazy when I talk to him." "Welcome aboard, Archon. We don't let the magical creatures into the club, but I'll make an exception for you," Zealot gave the griffin a nod, and Archon returned it. "How do you communicate?"

After two seconds I get down on my stomach and army crawl backward so my feet will reach the small basement window first. I duck my head and push myself back on the dirty ground. My stomach scrapes the ground on something sharp due to the lack of space, a stinging pain erupts, and with that comes a clattering of my teeth. I clench my jaw and kick the window, it doesn't budge. Again I kick the window with my back foot, nothing. A squeak of irritation leaves my lips as a low terror swells my insides. Panic. Come on work, God please make this work. So again I kick with both feet hard and the window budges ever so slightly.