The Bird That Drinks Tears Novels & Stories

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

THIRD POV *************** In a lavishing apartment now tainted with one’s blood, Antler was sitting on the ground, hugging his knee, staring into nothingness. His back was against the couch, eyes locked right where Anna died. He had bangs under his eyes, redness due to exhaustion around the corner, yet a single tear refused to escape. “I… love small birds. Larks, especially. They look beautiful. I adore them. When I was a kid, I caged a lark, but it got sad when I kept it with me, so I… let it go.”

A loud screeching diverted their attention as the flaming red Phoenix soared in the sky above. "Agni!" Shrushaw yelled. The Phoenix settled down next to Toshani's body. It leaned over her chest and started to hum...which was more like screeching. Tears flowed from its eyes wetting her chest. A breath escaped from Toshani's chest and she was suddenly breathing. Rudra had heard of Phoenix's tears having magical properties, this was the first time he saw it. He was grateful that the legend was true. "Thank you Agni," Shrushaw whispered patting the bird's head. It chirped and flew off into the sky.

- she begged, feeling tears running down her cheeks. Finally he approached Ye Eun, holding an object in his hand. Finally she recognized closely what it was - a vial filled with colorless liquid. Later, however, her eyes went to the face of the captor. From the beginning Ye Eun kind of knew it was him, but it's not his face she wanted to see. If it would be someone else, a stranger, she could understand. But him? They knew each other so well, and despite various strange situations, she never thought that he would be able to hurt her.

The young man rubbed his eyes as he walked to the clean water tap. Lillian was still laughing until the Biblue next to her gave a low roar, demanding to be rinsed immediately. The girl filled the bucket with clean water, then poured it on the Biblue until the foam on the bird's body was completely gone. The bird shook its body quickly making water splash everywhere and gave a low roar as if to say thank you. Lillian stroked the large beak of the bird while laughing. While drying the bird with a cloth, a voice was heard. "Psst ... Lilly!"

“My tears huh? Well, I don’t really have plenty of that anymore since I stopped crying centuries ago. I saved only a small bottle of it for something special.” Joana looked at Derick, she was unsure of what to ask Yin next that wouldn’t annoy her. Why did you stop crying or, can you give us the only bottle of tears you have left? She didn’t know which one to ask Yin continued speaking. “Dragon tears never dry up and before I stopped crying, my tears would always fill up this cave and would then flow into the lake, that was what gave the cave its name. I had a big pool of tears before, but I gave it all out to vampires who came here in need of vamscren. I reserved a bottle for a special occas

The way she took water in her beak and flew away dropping some of it on ground it appeared (The bird tanya was seeing was she was very fond of and has watched her in her native country too ) as a pearl felling off her beak . The happy chirping of the birds as they flew away and their young ones chirruping filled up the whole forest as it came alive . She was in her own diaspora and completely unaware of her surroundings one of her habits while seeing the wonder of nature so subtle yet so majestic . Suddenly she heard a voice calling her name and she adjusted herself as her cheeks heated in embarrassment . Soon they engaged in a small conversation

For a moment, fish and bird battled, and then the bird was dragged below, and the water darkened with blood, turning the downy feathers that drifted on the surface from white to pink. Lyric rose to her feet, her hand pressed to her mouth. “Look away, Mia Persuma Inillium,” Niarthen returned with a parcel of food in one hand and two orbs of the sweet water held by the long-elegant fingers of the other. “Sit back down, and do not look at the water.”

A tear slips down my cheek and I let out the breath slowly to keep my breathing steady. ‘I can’t little bird.. I need you. I’m not strong enough without you. They aren’t..’ I stop and I hear her sob and whimper to me. She yanks at our tether and it tugs at my heart. A sob racks through my body coming from her.

Deep down he knew better, he did not have dreams like this. The brightness began to take form. A powerful clutch of talons gripped him and raised him off the ground. A fierce yellow eye glared at him, and then softened its dour gaze. Warren dared to touch the head of the unidentified beast. Soft downy feathers brushed against his fingers. “What are you?”