The Sparrow Novels & Stories

He thought that the Ghost Valley Sage was foolish to go to those lengths for a mere attendant. Meanwhile, back in the abyss, Darryl slowly opened his eyes which were crackling with electricity while his whole body was filled with tyrannical energy. After a few hours, he had finally mastered the Power of Bird Ancestor. In addition, he had given the new strange fire a new name—the Heavenly Sparrow Spiritual Flame. The word sparrow was in commemoration of the Red Sparrow Queen.

Here, in front of the ocean, she was feeling different, here she was the real Isabelle, the one who was always smiling, who could freely express her point of view without feeling the fear of being insulted or beaten, who was able to walk with her head held high, who could look without feeling ashamed in people’s eyes, Here she wasn't the same Isabelle who was crying every time in front of the mirror while counting the bruises that her father's ‘love’ left on her body. She looked up at the sky and saw a flock of sparrows flying across the sky, playing with each other, enjoying the freedom that flapping their wings was giving them. Isabelle followed with her finger a playful little bird. She w

“And access to some spell components. I want to help you, Logan. I want to try to work out how to reverse your lycanism, as we talked about before…” He picked up one of the sparrows, examining it’s careful folds, and she felt her heart race as she waited to see if he would notice the smear of blood on the paper. “Sparrows?” He smiled slightly. “For me?” “Just… wasting time, Logan,” she replied. “Wasting time and, yes, thinking of you. Dove told me why you are called Sparrow. Have they taken bird names because they belong to you?”

He easily socialized with the kids around him. It was a peaceful afternoon, filled with the laughter of children, the distant chirping of birds, and the soothing rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Sofia felt content, grateful for these moments of simple joy with her son. She never needed much to be happy, or satisfied. A drone flew to where the kids were playing, and they "oohed," and "aahed," at its maneuvers. Tyler, in particular, was downright amazed. It was obviously his first time seeing one, and Sofia immediately made a mental note to get him one.

Sparrow let out his eyes flickering with mischief. Day later...... It's been five days since Sparrow had gone back to Russia, he did call and even though I and Lisa his wife had never met each other we were growing a pretty great relationship as we spoke on the phone and did video calls. I also got to see Marie their daughter and she looked like both her parents, she had her mom's hair and eyes and the others were her dad's features, she was a really cute baby. A knock came on my door disrupting my thoughts.

The sparrow died with the regret of not killing him. My story ended with my death. Finally, Sparrow was free from the demon. Death set her free. . . . THE END *****

They often got on well enough to know about each other, or at the very least, entertain mutual and civil respect for one another. Samuel and I knew well enough that there was no Sparrow Harpy Clan. Such a thing didn't exist. The closest to this was the Hawk Harpy Clan, which had sparrow hawks within that clan, but they were very different and no Harpy bore a shifter's mark either. This young Sparrow was a true sparrow shapeshifter, and this hoard of Dark Ones had cut off one of her wings at such a young age. If she had ever flown before, being so young, she might have before now... yet if she had? Unfortunately, she would never again feel the joy of flight.

Her two buttons were already on. "What will happen to me after we get married? Should I wear thick powder? Summer must be surprised if my face is always red." In her bedroom, Summer was lying on her stomach. She looked adorable with one hand supporting her chin and her legs constantly moving like a swimmer. "Toby, listen carefully. Sparrows are small birds about the size of a tennis ball. They are brown with a few black and gray markings in some parts," Summer read an article she found for her plushie.

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.