The Bird That Drinks Tears Novels & Stories

Briana offers Jack became angry. "Get that out of my sight. I felt as if my gut was trying to tell me something. Now everything is about to be ruined" Edward looked dismayed at the way Jack yelled at Briana. He doesn't like it when Jack does that. "She cares for you, that's why she brought you some water," Edward tells Jack Edward collects the glass of water to hand to Jack but he refuses to collect it. Edward urges him to drink the water. Jack finally collects the glass of water and drinks.

She stops crying and gets surprised about it trying to understand what it meant for her. Taking a drop of tear on her palms. She takes it to Vinixs cottage to search for what it meant in the spell book. After some minutes of careful research and findings. It is said that tears contain some kind of healing powers and can rejuvenate and heal someone who has been cut or bruised.

Zia's fear increased [I don't want to die] she thought trembling her eyes were tearing "Why are your eyes sweating?" he asked [That's not sweating, those are tears] "Tears? What are those?" he asked, feeling confused [You don't know what tears are?] "Your eyes sweat?" [when someone is sad or afraid, a person cries] "hmm" The vampire lived a long life for centuries but has never seen a person cry. A new emotion triggered him. He found it interesting. "Name?" he asked [Ah?.. Zia]

Biefren responded, “This liquor is one of the items required for your learning of the Chaos Yin-Yang Eyes. “Only the spirit beasts possess the Phoenixʼs Tears. I wouldn’t serve this liquor even when meeting Yrian or the Yin Ancestral God.” James was a little surprised to hear that. Yukha did not mention anything about the required materials to learn the Chaos Yin-Yang Eyes to him previously.

Daxon's chest rumble due to loud growling while he sat their emotionless. A lone tear rolled down his black eye which was not there water which normally a human sheds but a drop of thick, crimson red blood. Hazel stood there not bothering to console him at all because he was hurt by only hearing what had happened to her but she had suffered that, bear that and it was unexplainable for her to tell anyone the pain she had went through.

I whispered. What did I do? What could I do? I looked around, searching for an answer, but was there one? The glow flickered, revealing the form of a bird, a dove, I was sure, delicate and ephemeral. Its wings were tattered, and the light that emanated from it was fading fast. This was a bird shifter's spirit. My stomach churned as I tried to heal it, though nothing seemed to work. The light kept fading, and I felt a pang of sorrow as its gaze met mine. Its fear seemed to ease, shifting to gratitude and a deep weariness. "Don't give up yet," I whispered to it. "I'm here. You'll be okay."

Tall trees that go up to the sky surrounded her, little squirrels hid in the trees, the birds flew above the trees, singing loudly as if giving praises to the gods. She heard a whooshing sound coming from inside the woods. She got up and ran in the direction of it. “Water.” She murmured when she got to a flowing river, tears running down her face. She knelt down by the bank and drank for her life. She splashed water over her face, washing it before she got a glimpse of what she looked like. Her hair was short and dark. Her eyes were a grey color, her skin was darker and her body was fit. She ran hands over her torso, not sure whether to cry and laugh.

she comforted herself, outstretching her hand to stroke the wide sky. Lumpy clouds dotted the sky, painting a distinct difference between the arctic blue and the pristine white. It was as beautiful as ever. While she was absorbed in the tranquil sight above, something slipped out of her pocket—the half-magnolia jade. Holding it up high, she watched the weight slide to the middle of the blue yarn, shimmering under the sun. Her lips quivered, parted, and shut. Before she could react, tears once again welled up in her eyes as the agonizing scene flashed across the back of her mind...

She went closer to where Lebo was and the closer she got she could feel his heartbeat getting weaker. She plucks out a feather from her wings then took the water they used to clean his wound with, the water was dirty and full of blood. She poured the water into a jug then dipped the feather into the water and stirred. She prayed over the water as she stirred, and the water became clean. She asked Kwezi to open his mouth and she did as instructed “I give the life you already lost back to you.” She said and made him drink the water. “I give you the air that breath and will continue to breathe back to you.” She said then made him drink once more. “The angels of the Lord and your guardian give y

“And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?” Somehow, his skull smirked. The brightest seed of rebellion. The act of life is war. But I showed you that this morning. Mourning my impossible dreams. “So angels dream, Samael?” I do. Perhaps it's sin. He whistled with his bare teeth. Two birds darted from the canopy: one lush red with black wings; the other a crow. I scrutinized the first. “That's a Scarlet Tanager.”