The Bird That Drinks Tears Novels & Stories

- I used all my life force and Moon's to transport you to a random place, far away from that woman. - But if you use all your vital strength, how are you alive? - Because the phoenix brings her back to life. – Sophia says, proud to return to the narrative. - How does a bird do that? The phoenix jumps to Gary's outstretched hand that was pointing at her, and drops a tear onto his hand, and where there were once traces of scratches, smooth skin now appears. - Were those tears that fell on my hand when she took me the food? - Yes, my friend the phoenix's tears heal. She healed Sky, and every tear of hers that fell on you was to make you better.

Whether realized or not, round eyes with curled feathers are dripping with a clear liquid called tears. His memory is back in view of recent events where throughout the last night he just stayed and cried. Crying over his family's situation that seemed no longer harmonious for a reason and it made him a little moaning miris. How a family built up over the years has all gone awry with just the presence of a third person. The love that his parents built up over the years had to end up being an idiotic thing not to be missed in the blink of an eye due to the presence of a third person in their lives.

Chen raised the knife on the air and the sun rays strikes the skin of the knife that made a straight light onto the fountains water circling around the middle source of the water inside it. Me and Chen looked at the rays on the water. They were surprisingly speechless of what they are seeing. Lots of gold coins and treasure seductively twinkling giving an attraction to the eyes. And I saw the old beggar scoop a cup of water on the fountain. The old beggar drinks the water from the fountain and a blink of an eye, he disappeared.

It settled there, watching us with bright, unafraid eyes. I have never been one to look out for signs or superstitions, but something about the appearance of the bird in this moment struck me deeply. A message, perhaps. Or just a beautiful coincidence. Either way, it loosened something inside me, allowing fresh tears to well up in my eyes. Those were not tears of grief this time, but of gratitude. “I love you guys,” I whispered. The dove stayed for several more seconds before taking flight and disappearing into the pinkening evening sky.

I whispered to it, just as I had said to Teal. It chirped again, before rushing to me rubbing the back of its head to my knee. “Take him Teal,” I said, pushing him back. The phoenix ruffled its feathers, and hopped closer refusing to leave. Its warmth spread through the cold, a strange comfort that made my tears come faster. “See?” Teal said softly. “Even he refuses to give up on you.” I pressed my hands against my eyes, tears slipping through my fingers. “He reminds me of him,” I said, my voice breaking. “The way he looks at me… it’s the same.”

“I guess it’s just you and I in this big, lonely mansion.” She leaned back against her pillows, her fingers trembling as she stroked the tiny creature’s feathers. To her surprise, the bird didn’t flinch or pull away—it inched closer instead, pressing its small body against her cheek, as though determined to erase even a fraction of her pain. The warmth was unexpected, and Lara let out another shaky breath, hugging it carefully against her chest. Her tears continued, spilling silently, dampening its feathers. “Why does it hurt so much?” she whispered to no one, her eyes dull with exhaustion.

"Master, there’s something I need in the distance. It looks like the Cyan Light Bird. If I can devour their blood, I’ll grow even stronger," the Violet Rain Bird said, its voice brimming with excitement. Adrian was slightly surprised. He hadn’t anticipated this, but if it benefited the Violet Rain Bird, it would certainly be good for him as well.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

Aren’t we one and the same? “I am sorry I could not protect you yet again, little bird.” Beowulf whispers down to Salara lovingly, pissing me off with how he strokes her face in a loving manner as he speaks. Surprise moves through me, keeping me locked into place when I feel tears flowing down my cheeks. I haven’t cried since I was a child, and feeling the wet tears falling from my eyes has me in shock. ‘Why are you acting like she is dying?’ I ask my overly dramatic wolf, not understanding why he would be so upset over me doing something that he has been wanting to do since the moment he spoke to me the night of the full moon.