Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

HUNJI Chakor came down in a tangled mess, the prey birds attacking him. Even from this distance, I could see the copious amount of blood that covered his winged form. His rider, Ava had been bitten in half. I heard myself yell out to my old mentor, but it was too late. The prey birds had pecked him apart.

I got prepared as it came. It made to pick me up from the floor, but I ducked; its claws landed on a rock and crushed the rock. I ran sideways as it tried to pick me up again. I had no weapon, and the only thing I could do to survive was to dodge. The next time it tried to pick me up, I escaped and bashed my head on a rock. I yelped, and the bird's claws gripped me, but I was dropped again when MOLART hit its leg with his sledgehammer. It flapped its heavy wings, but MOLART was experienced. He rolled on one of its wings and climbed atop the bird. The bird shrieked as he hit the back of her head with the sledgehammer. My eyes darted around for a weapon while MOLART and the bird staggered. The

Evan thought as a glint of cruelty passed flash his eyes. As expected, after a few minutes of fighting, the big bird with brown and black feathers fall from the sky after it was defeated, the person who seems to be the one who is leading the group in white also fell wounded from the trees. His junior brothers immediately attended to him when he spat out blood, his face pale.

They are not just minor wounds, they look deep and you wince every time you dress them. Who causes them, do you get into fights? Are you one of those boys that parents tell their daughters to stay away from? This time it's not an arm wound, a head wound rather it's an abdominal wound. It looks deep and painful. You close your eyes in pain as you let the alcohol sink in to wash off the cut, avoiding infections as well. How come you are so good at dressing yourself, l know YouTube can teach one everything but the way you do it looks like someone who knows it very well.

He questioned for the umpteenth time that morning. He went to leave but felt something beneath his right foot, something life-like. He lifted a booted foot, revealing a bird laying on it's back , its talon remained intact but it's beak was missing the tip. It's tawny brown wings –matching its feathers from its head to it's belly– were bent backwards, taking its ability to fly. It's russet brown tail was cut off, the proximal part still attached to its russet brown fur which, just like the region from its belly to its hind leg, was similar to that of a lion. A note was pinned with an arrow to it's belly, the spot on the note where the arrow pierced bloodied. YOU KNEW THE RULES, it read.

Taking a closer look, I realize it's a phoenix. I had always thought they existed only in myths but it seems they're indeed real. The bird meets eyes with me and screeches in pain, as if calling for help. I quickly pick it up and discover that it's wounded. There's an arrow sticking out of its chest and the area seems to be burning up fast. I have to do something. I rush back to where my duffle bag is with the bird still in my arms. It continuously screeches in pain and I set it down gently.

Emilia got up almost immediately and charged at Adriana again and this time Adriana hit her away and bit her legs hard. Emilia let out a how in pain and eventually got out of Adriana's grip. * Xavier parked the car in front of the warehouse and hearing a loud howl, his eyes widened. He ran into the warehouse, ready to shapeshift when he saw Adriana and Emilia only, with corpses surrounding them. "Adriana!!" He called and ran to the big white wolf. Adriana stood still for a moment, her eyes still on Emilia. Xavier got to her and hugged Adriana's fluffy body.

It was already so heavily injured that it only knew how to cry out in pain! "That's right. After it fell from the skies, it kept on struggling on the ground. If they did not have wings that restricted its movements, it might have been rolling all over!" "It looks like it must have been hurting. Was it really a soul injury?" "Do you even need to ask? Of course, it's a soul injury. If it was a physical one, none of us are too blind to see the wound. There are so many people here, no one saw any wounds at all. They only saw the bird falling from the sky!

Pawn Clara gently caressed the bird's wings and wanted to talk to him, to which he made a loud noise as if answering her words. With one blow, she separated the piece of wood from his wing, due to which blood immediately gushed out, and some splashes fell on the ground. "It will not hurt to fly now," Pawn Clara said fondly while caressing him. She knew that he would get injured. She didn't want him to suffer. She took a deep breath and released a soft whistle. The bird flew a little high with his bleeding wing. A tear rolled down her cheek. She felt horrible knowing it had hurt like that for her little friend.

But the beauty of the day was marred by the storm brewing within her heart, casting dark clouds over her thoughts and unleashing thunderstorms of emotions. She sat along the bank, idly skipping rocks, when a flicker of movement near the waters caught her eye. Intrigued, she decided to take a closer look and was delighted to discover a cute little hummingbird wrestling in the weeds. Without hesitation, she gently scooped the bird up in her hands, her heart melting at the sight of its injured wing. "What happened to you, little bird?" She whispered, her voice filled with empathy as she caressed the wounded wing with tender care.