White Bird Novelas e Histórias

Therefore, he took a few more steps forward before stopping dead in his tracks. Just ahead of him there was a very large black bird sitting on top of his window sill. A huge black bird. Not a bird like the ones that lived near the edge of town where he lived. No, this one had a much bigger wingspan and much wider spread. Its feathers were dark grey, almost black. And its eyes were white. It reminded him of a crow, which was an animal that he usually avoided. Normally, he avoided those creatures at all costs, especially crows, because, while they were good enough to hunt and carry off unsuspecting prey, there was nothing pleasant about their presence in his house.

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

Boom! A terrifying tremor erupted. The Violet Rain Bird instinctively resisted forming a contract with Adrian, but given the circumstances, it could only offer token resistance. Adrian smiled, fully aware of the bird's internal struggle. It was clearly waiting for an opportunity to escape, but now that the contract had been signed, escape was impossible. In a short time, the contract was established. The Violet Rain Bird was relatively young, having lived just over a hundred years, which marked adulthood in the realm of beasts. As Adrian examined the Violet Rain Bird's bloodline, he was astonished to discover it was a descendant of an ancient phoenix.

She kept touching the water gently as if it's a human that doesn't want to be disturbed. She stared at the water and saw the reflection of a beautiful bird in it. It was obvious that the bird was flying in the sky, only that its reflection decided to shone in the river. She stood up from the river bank and looked up and truly, the bird was flying gently round the garden. The bird has three colours of orange,pink and black, The beautiful golden eyes of the bird added to its uniqueness. Naya was unaware of the fact that she started trailing behind the bird as it flew gently.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

I silently prayed for the strength to say the right words and offer her some comfort. I could hear low whispers coming from the kitchen. As we entered the only thing that caught my attention was the 3 Phoenix birds on the table. I had somehow forgotten that I had found one and now there were three in the kitchen. Each one was a different color. One was silver, one was black, and the last was a deep blue. I felt a chill run through my body as I realized the significance of the three Phoenix birds. They were a sign of something special. They all turned to me and squawked as they fell to me, lowering their heads as if bowing when they raised their heads the Blue one spoke

I panicked over not seeing her again. "No my baby," She cupped my face. "You can see me whenever you want. Just close your eyes and think about me when you have any problem. And your Mama will be there to take care of it. I promise!" She confirmed by pecking my forehead. I saw her as she started taking steps away from me as a whirl of gentle wind started to surround her. A few white birds came down circling her figure as she rose up from the ground. And just like that, she disappeared as I fell into the deep ends of darkness.

„Mackenzie," I whispered, trying to catch her attention. Her wings flapped louder, and the rain washed the blood from her feathers, revealing their actual color. As soon as we broke through the storm cover and emerged into the sunlight, Mackenzie stopped us in our tracks, spread her snow-white wings, shimmering in the sun, and finally looked at me with her blue eyes and smiled.

She quickly examined her fingers and face, she breathed a sigh of relief before holding Ryan for dear life. “Are you a bird?” Simon asked. “Yeah, I shouldn't have changed because I'm half human,” Sally replied breathlessly. “I think I know why you finally changed after all these years,” Linus said, eyes fixed on Sally. "You've been under so much stress and the waves of emotions crashing down on you, something has flipped a switch." “Aren't ravens supposed to be black?” Sally's cousin joined the conversation. Sally nodded. "That's right. White Ravens are rare, in fact, a myth even though they are easily shunned by the same flock of birds, they are still considered royalty all the same.” Sally

she said with a chuckle. I fetch some bird's food from the basket that the old woman was holding and feed the bird. I don't know the name of the bird but it has a mix of colors of black, pink, and white that form the shape of a moon on its back. It was the most beautiful color combination I have ever seen. I have never seen a bird with such color before. "What type of bird is this?" I asked, trailing my finger on the moon shape on its back. "Her name is Tricia, she's one of the oldest birds in the world. Her type is rare, she's one thousand years old." I was shocked when I heard her.