White Bird Novels & Stories

As Max had phrased it, ‘You could fuck a tree, and as long as you are a good person, I would accept you. I’m currently sitting by the lake; this has become my paradise. We have been blessed with a small flock of swans who have decided to make a stop on their way south for the winter. They are truly majestic creatures and appear unfazed by the presence of wolves. Their pure white feathers glisten when wet, and they own the water.

Just then he heard a pecking sound on a tree just outside the barrier, he wanted to ignore it but the consistent pecking was getting on his nerves, coupled with the current mood, he was at wit's end. He decided to check out the bird making such loud unforgivable noises. Maybe it could make a second feast over the fire tonight. He walked outside the barrier clearing into the tall darkness of the trees, he saw a small-sized hairy woodpecker, with a black and white overall look, the black wings checkered with white, with a flash of red on the head. What caught his attention about the bird was a small scroll attached to the left foot, he leaped in a flash of movements, he had the bird within his

“I did not mean for you to…” Suddenly a blue haze surrounded Velsusi, and he began to shrink down while growing feathers. As he did, his arms became wings and his nose became a great hooked beak. His feathers were of a deep black with purple undertones. He inspected himself and flew up into the air. The whole crew stopped what they were doing and watched Velsusi soar toward the silver hawk. The great white bird lifted its wings and took flight. A great call came from it as it flew away. Velsusi followed. They circled in the air and over the trees. “What is he doing?” Termâs sounded a bit shocked.

Inside perched a sleek gray bird with a vibrant red tail, watching me with an intelligence that was almost unsettling. "William, what kind of bird is this?" I asked, leaning closer to examine the creature. Its dark eyes followed my movement with eerie focus. "It looks remarkably... aware." William's laughter filled the room, a deep, genuine sound that had always made me feel at home. "This is an African Grey parrot. His name is Einstein, and he's quite the genius." He beamed with the pride of a new parent. "Watch this." Just as I was wondering what was so special about this particular bird, it suddenly opened its beak and spoke in a clear, oddly British accent: "All style, no substance!"

"I love you more." When the two of them embraced, a small bird that had been perched on the window, immediately flew away. The bird is brown with a hint of yellow in some feathers. He flew higher and higher and shot up to leave a little puff of smoke in the air.

My saviour. My lifeline. “It’s okay, Little Bird…” His voice finds me through the chaos I find myself lost in. “He won’t hurt you.” But he is… By taking you away from me and putting his hands on me… “Nathanial….” Andrea says his name in a clipped manner. “What is the meaning of this? Take your hands off Birdene this instant.” Spinning us around to face Andrea, a look of helplessness, for me, gleams in her hazel eyes that almost look identical to mine.

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.

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.

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.

But just as she was about to reach the radiant light, a sudden, brighter light caught the corner of her eye. She gazed towards the blinding light, her eyes struggling to adjust to its intense brilliance. Through squinted eyes, she finally discerned a formidable presence. It was a bird, unlike any she had ever seen before. This majestic creature resembled an eagle in size, adorned with vibrant scarlet and gold plumage that blazed as fiercely as the sun in all its glory. Visenya couldn't resist being drawn towards it, as its warmth enveloped her like a comforting blanket of belonging and hope. The wolf called out to her, urging her not to return and enticing her with the promise of eternal com