Wounded Bird Novels & Stories

His hand hovered over the mouse for a second before he clicked. The video began. The screen glowed with that grainy, shadowy footage. Damien’s expression changed almost instantly. From rage… to disbelief. Then back to rage, only deeper this time more personal. Adrian and Charlotte. His brother’s murderers, yes. But now? Now also his betrayers. Mine too. He didn’t look at me until it was over. When he did, I looked away. I couldn’t handle what I saw in his eyes. Not just fury. But pain. Betrayal. Confusion. And something worse helplessness. We were two people surrounded by fire with no idea which way led to safety. Only deeper into the flames.

Marietta asked, trying to figure out what it wanted until she smelt blood and saw the bird had been injured on the left side of its wings. The bird's feathers were blue and a hint of purple. “How did a beautiful bird like yourself get hurt?” It was as if the bird was answering her, it kept tweaking and jumping toward her. Marietta suddenly started to feel dizzy and fainted in no time. “Oh, is she dead?” A feminine voice said, like that of a teenager. “What happened?” The second feminine voice asked the Same teenage voice. “I was only explaining to her how I got injured, nothing else.” Marietta could hear the voices as she slowly started getting conscious, but there was no scent of a werewolf

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.

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.

Just for a few seconds I opened my eyes as my eyes goes dark. He realized that I'm turning to something else so he quickly attacked me. "Kiss my power!" I shouted to him as he was rushing me and a group of birds appears from nowhere. The both of us was covered by this troop of birds. After a few minute they were all gone and I found the wolf man wounded. He was damaged, he was left with no eyes, his skin was like it was burnt with fire. He stood firm and steady as I groaned placing my hands at my wound as I was still feeling weak.

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.