Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

The four-winged creature screeched sharply before diving toward him once more, intending to finish him off completely. The injured warrior closed his eyes. Perhaps he had already accepted death. But just as the creature approached— Something strange happened. The bird creature suddenly froze midair. Then— Two of its four wings dropped to the ground. Purple blood sprayed from the severed stumps, dyeing its dark body. The creature released a shrill screech of agony and panic. It desperately flapped its remaining wings, trying to escape into the sky. But before it could even rise properly— Thud!

Someone always did in their world. “Lie down,” she said, guiding him. He resisted for half a second out of instinct, out of habit, out of the need to remain in control even now. Then the pain hit harder. He let her. Elara didn’t waste time. Her hands moved with a steadiness that surprised even her as she pressed down harder against the wound, assessing it, forcing her breathing into something controlled. Blood loss. Not clean. The angle suggested it hadn’t gone straight through. That was good. And bad.

There were at least four shady figures following them right after Wren used the space pouch that number increased to ten. 'Small fries. They are really annoying when they attack in groups,' He couldn't help but remember the stab wound he got from a human. It was all the reason he lost his cultivation, plus the thunder tribulation destroyed his body completely. If had been a normal bird, he could have been ashes. Since he was a Phoenix he escaped that miraculously. 'I got to meet my mate too. That's an added bonus,' He happily snuggled against Wren's neck. 'Wait, I'm supported to be guarding his back. Wren look behind you. There are so many following you,' he patted his wings on his collarbon

As she walked through it she was somewhere else. She was standing in a darkened cave by herself. Upset and alone is the feeling that coursed between through her veins. Even now as the dream faded, she had the feelings. She saw the last images again in her head. It was the shattered bones scattered around her. They were calling out to her. She walked down the hallway made of stone until she could find the voices that were in her head.

I was about to move forward when I heard the sharp voice of what sounded like a bird. Frowning in confusion, I walked towards the said voice and came across a flapping hawk who was injured. Immediately, I changed into my human form and wore pants and top which was placed in the nearby tree. When I inched closer, the hawk stared at me. I have no idea it was scared. But by the way it was flapping its wings and moving back, I realized it is scared. “I am just going to help” I showed it my palms. Slowly bit by bit, I inched closer and tried to hold it. Being defensive as it was, it pecked my hand with its sharp beak. I hissed as it started bleeding. Now I won’t heal properly.

His fur bristled with unease when he realized the wounds were getting infected. Luckily the trek back to ThunderClan wouldn't take too long. Flamestrike decided not to say anything as Birdpaw limped after him. She was doing surprisingly well considering her injuries. Then again, he suspected she had suffered from far worse. I hope the Clan will believe me now that I have proof, he thought.

My stomach churned as Hito revealed a still bird. Then, it started to move with a small sound of pain. I stood off to the side as Duke approached. "Focus on what you see, the worst of it and work outward." He nodded. He looked so determined as he squared his shoulders, took off his ring, and took a deep breath. I didn't even think he realized that I was there. He seemed so focused. I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for him. Light crackled between his hands and swirled around the small twitching bird. Its wing was torn and damaged, it looked like, and there was a small pool of blood beneath it.

Once inside the shed, he quickly scanned for anything useful—tools, communications, anything that might help their situation. A workbench along one wall held various maritime implements. He grabbed a heavy wrench that could serve as a makeshift weapon and a first aid kit hanging nearby, then returned to help Geneva and James through the opening. James collapsed against a stack of crates once inside, his breathing increasingly labored. Geneva opened the first aid kit, her fingers trembling as she searched for something to help stabilize him. "We need to get him to a hospital," she said, the calm diplomat now replaced by a frightened woman out of her depth.

he whispered to himself, determination reflected in his eyes. In the other side of the forest, a skinny young man with dark curly hair and tan skin wearing a hunter outfit with bows and arrows were sitting quietly beside a spring. There were beautiful flowers around the spring, also two blue birds perching on a tree stump on the other side of the spring, watching the young man patching up their friend with white cloth. “There, all done,” the young man said, smiling happily as he put the wounded blue bird beside its friend on the stump. The birds chirped to each other as they were reunited. The wounded bird could not flap its wings, but its friends sat by aroun

Marco just can't go because he still depends on his wife. Meanwhile, Luis and Dinda are currently just taking a walk around the park. It looks like the weather today is very beautiful, very suitable for walking. The sun isn't too hot either, Dinda and Luis are just walking casually today. The blue sky looks very beautiful, and the birds in the park can be seen flying freely. Luis and Dinda are currently starting to stop for a while to feed the birds in this park. "I didn't know there was a park inhabited by many birds like this!" said Dinda.