Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

Their feathers rippled as they deflected the surge—droplets splattered against the maze’s towering hedge walls. The laughter died on the mayor’s lips when one of the birds slashed at her. Its talons tore through her blouse and left shallow crimson trails across her pale skin. She hissed, teleporting in a blur and reappearing behind the other owl, seizing it mid-flight. A sharp screech split the air as she sank her teeth into its flank. The sound was visceral, wet—the sickening noise of blood being drained. The remaining bird, its mate, shrieked, the cry sending a wave of mirrored agony through Arah’s chest.

What the heck was that? They shredded into my body, effortlessly ripping through the tissue. The bird wasn't very large, but it was never a hummingbird either. It's all coming back at you like a vulture, with razor-sharp talons. I dropped my revolver and grabbed my arms to shield my face from the scorching agony. Its beak sank into my forearms, ripping the flesh like butter. I could feel blazing hot red liquid trickling down my forearm.

I promise, it will be very fast. He made a foot for him to reach the bird and once he had it in his hands he lowered it. Together they sat under the lantern and looked at the bird's wound, not only its legs were damaged, but also its wings. "It's broken," Angie murmured, and the bird shifted in her lap as she tried to touch it. Ah, hold her, she's going to bite me. "How is a pigeon going to bite you, Angie?" Do not be silly. -Whatever. And it's not a pigeon.

Faline rushed over to it, the wild bird tweeting in panic at the sight of a human. “It’s okay," she hummed softy as she carefully untangled the jay with no care for the thorns pricking her fingers. Faline had to grip it gently yet sternly so the bird couldn’t trash around and hurt itself while she inspected it for injuries. Seeing no serious wounds, the Knight smiled in relief. Faline opened her hands, and the jay quickly took flight. Blue eyes glinting in the moonlight followed the bird as it fluttered through the branches.

"A sharp pointed arrow aiming at a white as snow Scandiaca Owl Bird flying across the pantone cerulean blue sky, it strikes into the bird's right wing lesser coverts, causing it to drop like a stone.The young man hurriedly rode his horse in the area where the bird had crashed, only to be startled by the sight of an injured young woman holding the arrow he once used to hunt the bird. "Are you the owner of it?" her tone was full of hatred. She showed the arrow before snapping it in half with her left hand alone.

"Yes I am” She nodded, "Then let's begin” she took my hands as she led us to the center of the garden. A few weak animals had recently been brought in. An almost dying fox, a fatally injured bird and a few other squirrels and rabbits. Although it didn't look like it, the bird was the hardest and most power draining bird to heal. Somehow, something about nature I guess made it the most difficult or the most tackling one to heal. And so I knew this session was harder.

"Don Ricardo, you're falsely accusing Isabella. There's nothing wrong with her. The real problem lies with—" But before she could finish, Lucia suddenly—and deliberately—stumbled, crashing into me. I lost my balance, and my lower abdomen slammed straight into the edge of a curbside trash can. A shriek of pain escaped me. Startled, Sophia rushed to steady me, only to see blood flowing from between my legs. When he saw that I was hurt, Ricardo's face went pale. He moved to pick me up, but Lucia suddenly screamed. "Don Ricardo! My stomach hurts so much! Our baby… Will our baby be okay?"

Many of them became stuck directly to the melting road, writhing helplessly without being able to move. But why would that zombie bird help me deal with the horde? I watched as the creature beat its wings and disappeared into the estate’s attic. And very soon, I found my answer. The zombie bird was inside the attic, so I sent a drone up to investigate. The moment it sensed something approaching, the creature instantly became alert. With a violent flap of its wings, it threw itself in front of the drone protectively. The drone was swatted from the air and smashed to pieces across the floor.

A dead bird, one eye plucked out with a knife driven through it, holding it to the wall. it was a crow.

The little bird held out for a while, and its entire body was soon covered in wounds. So, it flew away to heal its injuries. After it recovered, it flew back. It continued doing so several more times. When the bird could not bear it any longer, it flew far away and cried out, “I’m done. It’s too difficult and tormenting. I’ll think of another way to enter the Acme Rank.” Several trials later, the little bird decided to give up.