The Caged Bird Wow Novels & Stories

As she tried to retreat, the crocodile bit down on her leg. She couldn't care less about the pain, clutching the shoes tightly and sobbing uncontrollably. "Christopher, you're really gone… We haven't even had our wedding… How could you leave me like this?" Upon seeing her foot caught in the crocodile's jaws, the bodyguards grabbed sticks to strike the crocodile's head until it retreated back into the river out of pain. Upon seeing the shoe, Claire hugged Heather and burst into tears. "No… All is lost… Why would the universe do this to me?"

Vulnerable. God, he looked so beautiful. I reached out, brushing my fingers along his sharp cheekbone, tracing the lines of his face as my eyes burned with tears I couldn’t afford to let fall. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. My voice cracked. “I’m so sorry.” I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead before pulling back to look at him again. “You have to forgive me for this. I just… I can’t be your caged bird, Adriano.”

"Intense feelings, like a wildfire, consume my every thought. Burning bright and hot, they leave me feeling both alive and distraught." His POV.... Wildlife ! . She was a wildfire . She was burning and spreading in my veins like a fire in the woods . The fire that could either burn you wholly or give birth to many innovations . Winter was that spark of ignition that could burn a million year old forest by her fire . She was indeed a wildfire . She was wild and careless . If she was the drug I might have been her druggie . The druggie who won't let his favourite drug to share with anyone .

The aftermath of the attack left a heavy silence over the Hawthorne estate. The once-vibrant yard was now marred with signs of the battle, broken furniture, and bloodstains that told stories of pain and struggle. Wolves, both in human and beast form, moved around, helping the injured and cleaning up the chaos. The air was thick with tension, grief, and an unspoken fear of what might come next.

“What do you mean?” “It means,” Vane said softly, “that some of us think you deserve a shot at doing your own thing. Not being a caged bird like you feel, even if the cage is made of gold and ‘protection.’ Some of us remember what it’s like to want to choose our own path, before the bloodlines and the duties choke everything else out. Before we became parts of a machine we never asked to build.” Before I could process that, a low whistle drifted up from the trees below. It was a sound that didn't belong to nature, a man-made tear in the silence.

MELANIE’S POV We got to the mall, and the moment we entered, eyes were on us. The way people stared made me wonder if we thought we were some kind of celebrities. But the man beside me was more than a celebrity, especially with the number of guards dressed in black walking several steps behind us. “Serpent.” I muttered as we approached the escalator. “I heard that,” he said. I maintained my innocent expression, knowing fully well how much he hated being called that. “It sounds nice coming from you,” he added, looking at me.

From the moment I married into the Blackwood family, my life could never return to its original state. I had thought the Blackwood family was a cage and I was a caged bird, believing that breaking free from the cage would mean freedom. Now, I realized I had never had the right to choose. I was just a canary moving from one cage to another, with no escape, forever trapped.

I swallow the pain, I swallow the spit filled with the salty taste of blood. Caged, alone and without redemption close by, I can say for sure that I can't say what goes on in that woman's head. What was her plan for leaving me in a room with dangerous weapons? Everything chokes me and the tears are on the verge of spilling but I throw my head up and scream. I scream till my throat is sore then I retreat into my calm. Being so close to the ground reminds me I am without a purpose, I'm so little, I am irrelevant. Maybe my purpose is to suffer.

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.

Elowen snapped. “I solve it by keeping you alive,” Corvin said. Elowen stepped closer, heat rising in his chest. “Alive where? In your rooms? In your sight? Or under your command?” Corvin’s jaw tightened. “Under my protection.” Elowen shook his head. “You dress it in softer words, but it is still a cage.” Corvin’s gaze did not waver. “A cage keeps predators out.” “And traps animals inside,” Elowen shot back.