Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

Then I gently lifted the bird, supporting its body and wings, and placed it on a folded towel over warmth. The bird shivered, then stilled. “Do you… do this often?” I asked as I pulled on gloves. He shrugged once. “Enough.” That answer should’ve been simple, but it wasn’t. It was clear he had more than a few clumsy rescues. I grabbed a penlight and checked the bird’s eyes, then its mouth for bleeding. No obvious head trauma. Breathing shallow but steady. Then I palpated the wing carefully. The bone shifted under my touch, fracture, mid wing. Possibly a dislocation too. The bird flinched weakly.

Fortunately no one was harmed other than few scratches and cuts. Zander got bad hit on the side his head when he landed on the ground. Blood were flowing down from his wound. He touched his his wound and hissed in pain. Taking the handkerchief from his hand by which he was trying to clean, I carefully dabbed it on his wound after pulling him to a side. The wound healed within a few seconds. Unlike me everyone's wound were already healed . Lucky Bustards. "What was that? " Jess said, still shocked from the situation.

She was surprised when she didn't find any wounds, until she finally saw the foam on the bird's beak. "It's poisoned," said Rion and Odette nodded in agreement. "We have to help it. Anwen brought an antidote in the bag, hopefully we can help it," said Odette. She then walked towards the cave, and Rion followed her. In the cave, they worked together to make the red bird drink the antidote in the bottle. Because the bird wouldn't open its beak. Rion was forced to open the bird's beak forcefully. "Quick, put the antidote in," said Rion.

The noise of hundreds of wings made it difficult for Crave to make out what Michael was saying. “Quickly! Something happened there! Maybe she’s in danger!” “So we are.” Crave smiled a bit showing his strong fangs. A few dozen of jumps later they reached this place - the epicentre of the black, standing-still tornado. The birds' wings beat them on their faces, chests and all over their bodies. They could barely see each other, dark feathers obscured everything around them. Soon tiny cuts appeared on the werewolves’ bodies - the birds’ feathers cut them like razor blades, from their heads to toes.

The wound on his chest slowly began to heal. - Alud hold him. He is weak, but still dangerous. Now his wound will heal, and I will kill his guide. the vampire said coldly, looking dismissively at the bird. The werewolf, silently, pressed the hunter to the asphalt. The wound has healed. White-faced desperately kicked, trying to get out. Although the werewolf could hardly restrain him, he was already too weak to resist the three dark ones. The bones of the bird crunched in the vampire's hands. The eyes of the raven that had just been alive shone with dead reflections. The limp body fell to the pavement.

There was no sky, no ground…just cliff. I pull myself up, which hurts, I can feel the bullet wounds still in my back. I use all my might to pull myself up fully on the tiny cliff side, laying my body down. Trying to let the feeling of vertigo pass me. Trying to regain my senses. I hear a noise above me and lift my head to see a black crow circling above me. As I notice it, it swoops down and lands beside me. It stares at me for a moment before it uses its beak to start pecking away at my small cliff side sanctuary. I have a bad feeling about this bird.

Their stench alone was nauseating, something like spoiled meat and old blood. Ryker’s hands shot out, palms facing the oncoming swarm. The air shimmered and warped just as the birds descended in a frenzied attack. They slammed into the invisible barrier arcing over us. Their bodies crunched from the force of their impact. Bones shattered; decomposed flesh pelted the street, but the birds kept coming.

I was devastated. Wanting to comfort it as it lay dying, I sang it a song. I don’t remember what song it was. But something happened during my song. I could feel some kind of power resonate with every lyric. Then, as if by magic, the bird’s wing healed, and its neck straightened out. I remember the bird sitting up and giving me a regal bow before it took off in flight. It was the most wondrous and unbelievable experience that I’ve ever had.

“I guess it’s just you and I in this big, lonely mansion.” She leaned back against her pillows, her fingers trembling as she stroked the tiny creature’s feathers. To her surprise, the bird didn’t flinch or pull away—it inched closer instead, pressing its small body against her cheek, as though determined to erase even a fraction of her pain. The warmth was unexpected, and Lara let out another shaky breath, hugging it carefully against her chest. Her tears continued, spilling silently, dampening its feathers. “Why does it hurt so much?” she whispered to no one, her eyes dull with exhaustion.

The big bird with a brownish color and a size of a chicken starts to struggle then it weakly stop; it looks like it is slowly losing breaths. “Oh, come on! How on earth can this cage be unlocked?” I said as I look at the metal cage that is so rusty like it was there for a long time. I see a latch that is connected to a small door of the cage so I unlock it and slowly put inside the cage my hand until I reach the latch of the upper that will open widely. I slowly pull out my hand hoping that the bird won’t suddenly attack my hand, or do something painful to it. I open the top lead then reluctantly pick the weak and dying bird. It sure is heavy and the feathers are so soft yet weirdly differen