Novel & Cerita White Bird A Wonder Story

They released each other and she said; " let this mark a new beginning of the relationship between the wolves and Fairies" she raised her right arm with her fist tightened and everyone raised their arms in approbation. "Are you ready to go home?" Nuala turned to Conri and gave a wide smile, by home she was referring to Greiner. He smiled back at her. Prologue Saria was running in the woods till she tripped and fell. She sat right back up, teeth bared and screamed. She had nowhere to go, she stood up slowly and kept walking till she heard footsteps and she hid behind a fallen tree.

Usha had never flown before. He knew about birds, and he knew birds can fly. Back then in the previous world, he had dreamt of flying alongside the ducks and birds in the sky. In that dream, he had wings too, like birds, and they were as white as snow just like his fur. He dreamt of flying crossing the sky in the day, passing by fluffy white clouds that he could step on and play with. It was a good dream. He never knew he would be experiencing flying in this time around.

A hoarse whistling was heard as it approached his direction. “The sound means a call to the cygnets. Will I call her?” His thoughts shifted to Marie as he reflected on what the mute swan, the national bird in their country did. Images of his mom and dad were replaced as they asked him to break up with Marie. It was past 4 and the clouds were beginning to gather obviously revealing that rain would come. For the first time in his life, he did close his eyes and prayed.

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.

I stared at my wolf fur, it was different. I got a white fur . A white fur is very rare, really rare. A white fur is associated with…... .no, I can't, I can't do this. I looked back at my parents' devastated facial expression ,the alpha was too shocked to speak and so were the others. I noticed something too. Compared to the other young wolves, I was incredibly bigger. Even bigger than the alpha in his wolf form. It was dead silent, nobody was saying anything. I began to panic, I struggled to get up trying to stand on my hind legs for the first time.

Just as we were about to move, Eira suddenly spoke. “I might have a way to help,” she said. We all looked at her. “I can summon a Spirit Bird to guide us.” “It’s a small spirit creature formed from magic energy. It looks like a tiny warbler, but it can fly much higher and faster than a normal bird. If I send it ahead, it can watch the skies and warn us if the weather starts to change.” The idea caught everyone’s attention. Still, I couldn’t help feeling uneasy.. “Are you sure that little spirit bird will be alright?” I asked, glancing up at the sky. “The weather up here changes too fast. What if a snowstorm or hail suddenly rolls in? Will it be able to get away before things get bad?”

As his words settle in, I blink, trying to dislodge my tears, and a feverish shiver takes over my body. “Why do I feel like there is something that you aren’t telling me?” I whisper with disappointment. Stepping forward, he takes hold of my hands and brings them up to his lips, “you will learn the true meaning behind my words all in good time, Little Bird.” He mutters, grazing his hot lips over my icy knuckles. “Until then, my lips are sealed. Come, it’s time to leave.” “Before we go, I’d like to speak with Ele.”

My hand stops in the air in front of me, frozen from the shock of her words. Turning to face her, my brow raises in question, wondering for the second time just who this woman could be. A knowing smile crosses her beautiful face before she leans forward to whisper something in the ear of the purple bird. With a nod of its feathered head, the bird flaps its wing a couple of times before it and its companion fly off into the distance.

And their luck could truly be called great, as Cecilia could see the swan swimming in the lake. “Mommy loves reading stories about swans!” Cecilia jumped up, “Dada bought a storybook about the ugly duckling. Can you read it to me again, Mom?” She looked up at Claire with an adorable sparkle in her eyes. “Of course, I’ll read it if we bring your storybook, Cecilia. But we didn’t, did we?” Cecilia pouted, “But I want to hear the story of the ugly duckling.” “We’ll get you the storybook tomorrow,” John chimed in, “we can buy a book about swans. You don’t need to be sad, Cecilia.”

I still remember vividly one of the nights when I had gone out to get the water for her, there was a Water Well in the vicinity of the orphanage home, and the Well was close to the large tree, under which Mother Lisa normally tells us folktales. After fetching the water to the bucket and covering the Well, I was about to head inside the house when I heard the hooting sound of an owl as it came to stand on top of the well, scaring the wits out of me. The bird stared at me and although scared I did the same out of curiosity. Its wings were spread wide, its feathers were as white as fresh snow, and they shimmered in the night. Its large round eyes, rimmed with black were fixed on me.