White Bird Novels & Stories

Seeing Ruth change is like watching a storybook come to life. Her entire little body is covered in fluffy yellow-ish feathers that looks so soft you just want to bury your face in it. But beneath all that softness are thin bird legs with sharp, black claws. Her large, brown eyes blink curiously at me, and the white markings above them give her an almost human expression of surprise. Her oversized ears twitch at every tiny sound from the forest, and her little yellow beak lets out a soft squeak.

Ten thousand was pocket change to them—but for a virtual mythical beast like this, it was quite a chunk of change. Gwen Grayson's Pegasus and Chloe Bishop's White Tiger were also high-level divine beasts with wings that could fly. If they actually lost, it would sting a little.

But did the blackbird just talked to me? “Hey, Miss,” said another man who wore a brown shirt and blue jeans. When he talked, I was pretty sure I saw fangs on his teeth. He knocked on my window. “Can you let us in?” He had grey eyes, the same as me, but in a darker shade. Now the brown bird is asking if they could come in. I blinked again. And still the three men –birds would not go away. The third man –the third bird, wore white all over his body. White tuxedo, white pants, his hair was also white and white leather shoes. His eyes were the most beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen. It was light blue, very contrast to his dark skin.

Aahana's POV There were a group of three birds, they had white plumage, buff tinged heads, and black wingtips. They were chirping relentlessly without stopping. As we walked towards them they were scared, apprehensive of our arrival they gathered at the last point of the space they were seated in. They were so afraid that they were hitting beak continuously on wall in order to find a place to escape. Mr Dark was approaching them with such huge steps, anyone could get scared, they are just pure little souls.

"Why the sad face, Yifan?" asked an ancient voice that seemed to echo with the Dao. One could not determine whether the speaker was a male or a female, only that whoever it is, he or she must be ancestor-level old. "Do you miss your family?" Above the clouds, somewhere near the central part of the seemingly boundless lands, a beautiful white crane flapped its large wings against the midwinter wind. With a gigantic wingspan of one li, the crane looked nothing like an ordinary animal. Its feathers emitted a soft spiritual glow that wrapped its entire body with warm light, making it look equally sacred and majestic.

The weather has turned to threaten; rain thrashes down and mist crumples around the entire view and hard stone steps lead downwards. The lone and huge white eagle cruises drew away from them in low from behind, interesting and elegant. After sending them ducking, it settles on a column and swirls its head back in a mewing statement of hostility yet warming Anna's heart. The white eagles stared at her like it knew her and recognized her, it seemed to scream out of warning, telling her something from beyond.

Oisin said with crossed arms. The whistling sounded nice, but I was a little lost on what was exactly was going on in front of me. “What bird was that?” Phoenix asked. “I saw a pretty little red bird during our nightly trips. I liked it’s sound but I don’t know it’s name. It lives around here with it’s friends and family.” Rowena said. “That’s good.” Phoenix said. “That is exactly what we need as a signal.” Phoenix said. I was a little dazed with how Rowena described the bird. She seemed very loving to animals. Or was it just birds? I could vaguely remember when we talked about being a vegetarian, but they weren’t vegetarians.

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?”

He scolded me. Namir suddenly chuckled and I wondered why his eyes were dazzling with amusement. "I knew it!" He exclaimed. "Nemiah. Look." He pointed at something in the air but we couldn't see anything. "It's coming. Something heard your call." He mused, still staring at the bright blue sky. "But I can't—" I gaped when I finally saw a bird coming toward our direction. And it was not just a bird! As it went closer, I recognized it was a white eagle. A giant white eagle!

not so are the birds that surrounded the blood then. “There are two groups of mourning birds the first group consists of owls while the second group consists of different birds. The second one is the birds that recognize the normal wolves and they use their feet and wings but I do not know how they use that. Whereas the owl group lurks in the sky and indicates the death of a high wolf” he added. “Do these birds recognize ordinary humans?” he shook his head.