Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

She forced herself to stay calm. At last, the people around them began to move. Sienna seized her chance and ran toward the exit. But the plane was still falling. Boom! A deafening crash split the air. The force of the impact sent Sienna and Riley flying to the ground. Pain ripped through her body. When Sienna opened her eyes, she saw jagged pieces of the wing that had impaled itself deep into her and Riley’s lower legs. “Riley!” Through the ringing in her ears, she heard Zayden’s voice.

I panicked, realizing what it was, and that Finn wasn’t going to be able to kill it. “Finn” I screamed. “It can’t be killed like that!” The creature swooped low narrowly missing Finn with its talons. Finn leapt up, his teeth lodged into the creature’s leg, and it roared. His wolf’s claws raked its body trying to pull it to the ground as the creature’s wings flapped madly, trying to ascend again. Its head snapped towards me, catching my scent and it launched in my direction, desperately trying to escape Finn’s assault. He grabbed one of its wings, snapping it in his jaws and the creature screeched in agony. It slashed out with its talons and raked Finns side. He roared as his blood showered t

I screamed louder and the bird screeched and I sobbed. The bird lowered itself and it almost dropped me again because something hit its back. I looked up and saw a rock fall down to the ground that hit the bird. It shrieks loudly and I can feel its sharp claws pierce my back. "FUCK!" I screamed in pain as blood dripped from my back. Another massive rock hit the bird again and this time, I started falling. "AHHH!!!" I can't help but just scream at the top of my lungs because of how things are turning out. I'm going to fall and my head will probably split open from the impact!

Warren awoke to his face pressed against the cold steel bars of a holding cage. He vaguely remembered the battle with the adlets. His entire body ached and complained about every movement. His throat burned as if scorched by napalm. Every noise sounded just a little louder, as his head throbbed.

The enchanted blade cut through the dark magic infusing the birds, causing them to burst into clouds of black smoke as they perished. Despite her swift actions, the sheer number of birds was overwhelming. They attacked relentlessly from all sides, clawing at her arms and face, trying to wear her down. Blood dripped from small cuts, but Lara’s resolve never wavered. She fought back fiercely, spinning and slashing, each stroke of her dagger taking down more of the enchanted flock.

We hovered, side by side, at the pooling light in front of the truck. In the middle of the road there was a bird. Rowan gasped. I hadn’t realised that she – and Kathrena – had both come outside, as well. I’d assumed that they would have both stayed in the truck. Kathrena flinched at the sight of the wounded bird, its wing curled back. There was dried blood across its black feathers, spoiling the oil spill plumage. One open eye was turned toward us, black and beady and forever unseeing.

I sat at the sofa, my coronary heart pounding in my chest. Jake paced the residing room like a caged animal, his brow furrowed with anxiety. I may want to feel the load of silence placing between us, thick and uncomfortable. “Sarah,” he started out, strolling a hand thru his hair, “I’m simply sorry approximately earlier. I didn’t mean to harm you.” I crossed my arms, trying to protect myself from the pain I felt. “You didn’t mean to hurt me? It felt like you probably did precisely that, Jake. You allow me see that image, and it made the entirety worse.”

The thought of destroying Adrian and escaping filled it with rage, but escape now seemed impossible. Adrian stared at the Violet Rain Bird, smirking. “Still resisting? You’re just a caged bird.” At that moment, the Violet Rain Bird felt a chilling terror as it sensed the overwhelming power radiating from Adrian. Boom! Another devastating blow landed on the bird’s body. It tried to fight back, but with its severe injuries, it couldn’t even lift its wings. Its massive beak, once crucial for flight, now felt like a burden, weighing tens of thousands of pounds.

It grazed the bird's wing and it immediately fell to the ground. I don't know why I did that in the first place. If this bird didn't carry any suspicious message then I would have shot it for nothing. I quickly got out of the tree and went to the direction where the bird fell. It wasn't that far though, I managed to find it relatively quickly. I picked it up and took the piece of paper tied to its leg. The bird was still alive so I made sure to hold it properly. The bird's wing was injured so I told myself that I'll put some healing herbs on it later.

When I gaze upwards into the dark night, I strain my eyes hard to see a giant explosion of green light illuminating the sky. Then there are a series of sounds that catch my eyesight. I see a black crow on my porch. It's trying to manoeuvre its way through the wood panels, and I see blood on his feet as he leaves tiny footsteps in his path. Then he falls face front, and the series of hiccups of the bird lying there in the chilly twilight make me get out of the bed. I'm wearing my nighttime t-shirt and socks, so I turn on the light in the doorway area to see if there is anyone outdoors. When I'm sure there's not a single soul taking a walk or something, I step out to help the poor bird. I coll