Romans & histoires White Bird

Ruby took the bread and immediately placed it on a plate with eggs and bacon, covering it for Geneva. "Caaaw, caaaw." Her attention was suddenly diverted to the white bird that landed on her open window. It was looking at her with a keen eye as if trying to tell her something. The bird was also a rare thing, not that its species was uncommon but its color is wrong for its kind. The bird was a white raven which alarmed her more than a black one and one look made her aware of who its owner was. She heard Manticat hissing threateningly to the crow while pointing his spoon dangerously to the bird as if challenging him to do anything against his master or his waffl

Alien but welcome. He turned, then walked the perimeter of the border, about a few metres from where he had originally stood. It wasn't far from where he had first met Aella and imprinted on her. The place held so much sentimental value to him now. He'd imprinted on one of the greatest and rarest breeds of wolves, a White Wolf, and he had never felt this lucky. Among a grove of trees, a tombstone stood, white, and eerily regal. Vines and thistles were already creeping up the tombstone. Logan walked forward and crouched before the tombstone, then pushed aside the vines on it.

Books bound in scales, feathers, and ancient leather sat untouched—some still whispering faint chants between closed pages. He pulled one out: “Watchers of the Skies: Entities That Observe the Divine.” Dust rolled off like mist as he opened it. > “White warblers… rare… symbols of peace, usually harmless,” he read aloud, eyes narrowing. “But—marked warblers with gold streaks?” He flipped faster, fingers shaking slightly. “Used as vessels by... Elderguard spirits. Ancient protectors. Often summoned by celestial bloodlines for safeguarding the reborn.” His throat tightened.

She walked in wearing white and baby pink. With a single glance, you could tell she was dressed to the nines from head to toe. When it came to this woman, the supermodels had no chance. Everyone turned to look at her as she walked hand in hand with that beautiful young lady in black for the last time, even though she was wearing blue instead of black. This time, the white witch's hair was adorned with pink diamonds, and the head chain covered most of her head, with some silver chains dangling on her hair that extended all the way down her back.

He laid down to rest as the coldness ceased. The light blue clouds danced to the breeze as the birds in the air did. The green trees with golden leaves waved from side to side. The grey clouds were nowhere to be found everything was bright and shining. Then a rainbow appeared, it extended from the beginning of the sky to the end. Tiny colorful flat birds flew in multitudes and circled the rainbow. They flew above the trees and seas, fishes and blue dolphins with white bellies jumped out and dived in again. A gigantic whale floating on the sea sprouts its water out of its blowhole. It was so beautiful.

Polymedes relayed the message. Alaron's eyes went wide. He was not sure what a wyvern was, but it sounded like something he did not want to meet. If he had known they were two legged cousins of the dragons, he might have tried to back out of the eagle's ride altogether. The beautiful white and tan feathered bird circled overhead and then landed a short way off from Polymede's house. The powerful wings pushed so much air that Alaron had to shield his eyes from the flying dust. "That's an eagle?!" The prince was impressed and terrified. The bird was gigantic, nearly as tall as the shorter trees and with a wingspan wider than the faun's dwelling.

He stopped at the top of the stairs, pulled out the notebook, flipped to the last page, glanced at it, closed it, replaced it, and went downstairs. Outside the window, the Snowfeather spread its wings and flew north. It came back every spring, flew away every spring. But this year was different. This year, there was an extra person on the windowsill. Silvery-white hair, pale gold palm, a one-millimeter curve to his lips. The bird didn't know this person. But it recognized the light in his palm. That light was the exact same color as the ice crystals refracting sunlight over the Northern Ice Plains. It had seen it on the ice every spring, always thinking it was the sunrise.

A flock of birds approached them. The sky that had been clear was slowly turning dark. Something clustered in the sunlight–and Heath felt he could smell someone familiar. As the swarm approached, he could clearly see that it was a swarm of white doves. Hundreds, maybe thousands of them in the sky, made a huge platform to lift someone above them. “Artificial Spirits?” muttered Heath, rising from his seat.

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.

But is this really what I want? William's words echoed in my head again, each one becoming a whisper that disturbed my thoughts. I'm conflicted again! The sky turned gray, and the sun was hidden from view behind gray clouds. My mood is like the gray sky, gloomy, low! A white-feathered bird flew across to my left and circled above me before landing on the wooden round table in front of me. The white bird bowed its head and pecked at the bread on its dish with its sharp beak. That was my untouched lunch, and now it's bird food.