Zootopia Bird Novels & Stories

Serene smiled warmly and gestured for everyone to follow her inside. "Not when it's tended to by a healer," she replied, casting a glance back at the boys. Comfortably settled on the couch, Serene ensured Hazel felt at home in their company. Her gaze drifted, captivated by a pair of lovebirds snuggled cozily in a nearby birdcage, evoking a warm smile. "Ever know the breeds of that bird?" Serene followed Hazel's gaze. "Yeah, they're lovebirds, beautiful creatures by Mother Nature." "A true definition of love. If one passes away, the other can't survive," Hazel spoke with a hint of pain in her voice, purposefully avoiding Wyatt's direction.

He is fascinated by their playful antics, their swinging tails, and their clever behavior. Often mimicking them and erupting into giggles. It’s contagious, watching his eyes light up as he learns something new about his favorite animals. Abel, on the other hand, has a deep affection for all the birds. He is especially fond of the cockatoos, with their vibrant feathers and lively personalities. Watching them flap their wings and squawk fills him with immense joy. Abel can’t help but be a laughing fool every time I imitate the birds, yapping and laughing alongside them, inventing all sorts of silly sounds and phrases.

She knew how desperately he had wanted an ability like the rest of the group. Joanna stepped back. Allen proudly created several more mounds around the yard to show off. "I can even make thick earthen walkways!" he said happily. Joanna gave him two thumbs up. Allen was eagerly explaining how he had just awakened this morning, and Jolie chimed in, adding how she had taught him to absorb a zombie core, when Dante suddenly arrived. The massive, bloated pigeon swooped down from the sky, landing heavily right on top of Allen’s newly formed earth mound. Treating it like his own personal majestic perch, the bird president puffed out his chest, looking incredibly happy as he cooed loudly and proudly

Turkeys, ducks, I even saw a fat geese, and also a very beautiful peacock with all kinds of feathery creatures just wandering around like they owned the place. Every fenced house I passed had at least one bird. Either walking proudly across the road or swooping right over my head. Brushing away a trickle of sweat running down my chin, I walked into the living room and came to an abrupt stop at the sight before me. Zane was sitting on one of the couches, dressed casually in grey joggers and a long sleeve black compression shirt that hugged his frame. AirPods nestled in his ears, his attention was fixed intently on the tablet in his hands. He was so absorbed that he didn't react to my presence

"Is someone onto us?" Zion's gaze flickered up to meet mine, his expression troubled as he shook his head. "No," he replied, his voice tinged with unease. "It's... something else." I narrowed my eyes at his cryptic response, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a dark cloud. "Well, spit it out," I snapped, my frustration boiling over. "What's so important that it couldn't wait?" Zion took a deep breath, steeling himself before he spoke. "The pigeon," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not just any ordinary bird. It's been trained using unnatural powers to find me specifically, to deliver messages meant only for my eyes."

Dominic’s POV I woke up with the faint sound of tweeting. Though my eyes were still shut, I could still picture the creature responsible for that chirping. I couldn't mistake that unique sound for any other sound I heard back in the Royal Pack. I thought it was from the Midnight Nightingale, a tiny bluebird with a beautiful tweeting voice that could only find in this region of the continent and I was right. A pair of these ocean-blue birds dancing through my windowpane welcomed me as I slowly lifted my eyelids.

They moved about in circles, Ashlyn struggling to break free, while Zion chuckled mischievously at his small victory. Something screeched overhead, and Zion jumped, jolting Ashlyn. "Oh, Woah! Did you see that?" Wonder took over as Zion let her go and jumped down onto one of the large boulders framing the highway. "Did you see it, Ash?" Zion asked again, pointing out towards the shore where two cormorants sized each other up, their wings spread wide, while a fish jumped helplessly on the sand between them. All I could see was your beer gut. Ashlyn grinned, her eyes following the scene to which he pointed.

But even without the light, we could all see perfectly. Rick pulled up at Cedar Lake just as Big Bird started regaining consciousness. Annie grabbed him, restraining his arms. "What's going on?" Big Bird asked groggily. "Oh, Boy Blue here was just telling us about 'V.' Other than that, nothing much," Annie said, matter of fact. "You what?" Big Bird yelled at Boy Blue. "Man, I had to!" Boy Blue defended himself. "What else is there to know?" Annie asked, pulling his head back, shoving the gun to his temple.