Turquoise Sunbird Dreamlight Valley Novels & Stories

He never let go of my hand. When we got to the forest, the young alpha crouched behind some shrubs and motioned for me to do the same. I followed suit. "Stay here," he ordered. "My horse is on the other side of the forest. I'll get my horse and circle back to you, but you mustn't leave this spot." "I won't leave this spot." I promised, but he shook his head. "No," he said. "Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

In this enchanted garden, I must have finally entered the realm of the Legendary Moonbird. A flock of peacocks stood before me. Their slender necks were crowned by crests of feathers, and their fan-like tails displayed a brilliant array of sapphire blues and emerald greens. But how could I discern the Moonbird among them? Which one was it? Then I spotted it. Nestled among the flock were two peacocks as white as snow, their eyes blue like the heavens. What truly set them apart was the pattern of the Nazar Boncuğu woven into their feathers.

"Vermilion Bird?" White Light was shocked to see the blue firebird appear above Long Chen. It was one of the ancient beasts that was very close to fire. If the Phoenix had eternal life and could be reborn from fire, then the Vermilion Bird was a true bird that lived in the fire itself. They were familiar with various types of fire, including hellfire. In fact, the Vermilion Bird's fire was said to be even more powerful than the Phoenix's own fire.

The sun had reached it’s peak and nestled amidst the remaining clouds as Beecher signaled for everyone to hide. He knew Hassan could smell them, but he was sure hoping Dakari or Zinnia could help them with that. If they could just find a place to hide. A tiny slip of silver and blue caught his attention, like the spark of a match. He turned and watched a little bluebird flitter between two trees to his right. Behind the bird, there was a dark shadow. Could it be?

Lena: “In the dream I was standing on this exact ridge, but the valley was empty—no houses, no roads, just steam and stars. A huge blackbird landed on my shoulder (big as a hawk, eyes like molten gold). It spoke with my mother’s voice, the one who walked on when I was twelve. “She said: ‘Listen close, daughter. One day a girl will come from across the water. She will carry thunder in her footsteps and mercy in her hands. She will wear shoes the color of sunrise and speak storms like lullabies. Her heart will beat forty-seven times for every people who ever bled. When she arrives, the valley will breathe her name. The coyotes will sing a new song. And the blackbird will guide her home.’ “Then

A mighty snow leopard! Suddenly a violent wind swept through the trees in front of them, and the small birds resting quietly on the branches flew away, followed by a terrifying shriek from the bird beast resting in the forest. Caden snuggled closer to his owner's embrace. Scary bird... "That's my Familiar beast, Sora. It came from the family of Seabirds, found in the eastern part of the Floating City of Marchelin. It's called a Great Skua, known for their fierceness and their ability to defend their nest, but are also known for stealing prey from other birds." There was pride in his tone as he spoke, he stood up and walk over next to the fire pit that they dug on the ground, to put more fire

Just then a gentle but firm voice spoke to her. "Luna, I can help revive the bird. Back home in Azania, the black eagle is a sacred bird. Therefore, highly esteemed. I am sure that what we do in Azania, can still work here." Mtungagore suddenly appeared offering to help the bird. He started chanting whilst pressing on its wings and legs. He touched its neck and chest still chanting his strange language. After a while, he took out some green leaves and started crushing them. When they were all mushed up, he then poured a bit of water on the mushy leaves.

She stands in the opening, her hair tumbling out of a messy bun and her cheeks flushed. “Get inside!” I hiss. She crowds in with Kieran and I. “Sort of cramped, isn’t it?” “We were already talking.” I shake my head, my heart hammering. “It doesn’t matter. You found it? The feather?” She nods so enthusiastically a few more hairs come loose. “It comes from a collared tern.” “O…kay?” I exchange a confused look with Kieran. Raven huffs a sigh. “Terns are mountain birds, almost never seen outside of Snowcrest Canyon or what used to be Starfall Mountain.”

The most amazing fact about it was that it went down eight levels into the earth. On our last day in Turkey we rented a car and drove out to Lake Tuz. I was surprised that we were alone there. The salt lake is pink and dazzling and we spent a few hours there having a picnic and laying under the shade of a gazebo and the quiet of the place was amazing. We were halfway undressed when I heard the bus as it drove towards us. “Great timing,” I said as Jo buttoned up her blouse and I put my shirt back on. “They do a sunset tour every day,” Jo said and laughed at me.