Black Eyed Owl Novels & Stories

Still looking at the bird, she googled the images of the bird, biting her lips intermittently as she waited. Strangely, the bird was observing her just as intently, an intelligence in its gaze as it watched the phone beep occasionally. When the page opened, Storm glanced at the image of the harpy eagle. The eyes were round and shining with intelligence, but they were not black. The eyes in the picture were a bright amber with a black pupil. She let out her breath slowly. Something was wrong with her bird. ‘You aren't blind, though, are you?’ She sent the words, not even knowing if it would work; It was watching her too closely to be blind.

It means locking your doors against the inky blackness and praying your number wasn't up. The demons and the witches are said to be dawdling for their prey. Darby was being called by the witch. He reached to the terrace only to see a long table full of strange kind of things placed on it. "What are you doing?" he asked unaware. She didn't say a word but spread her arm in the sky, a big fat owl in black colour flew to sit on her arm. The owl ruffled his feathers and turned his back. His eyes were dark and soulful, not yellow like a serpent. While his face was a soft greyish black the tops of his wings a dark black.

Nate’s stance is almost human, he is muscular, and his eyes hold an intelligence to them. I watch as the scene before me unfolds. Nate rears up on his hind legs and howls at the sky. The howl says that Darius has made a huge mistake in refusing to submit. Nate stalks Darius’s wolf, his claws and fangs elongate into deadly weapons. But what holds my attention and draws me to him, is Nate’s eyes. I saw them like this before, but only now they’re different. I find myself walking across the fighting circle mesmerised by one coal black eye that seems to swirl like a vortex and one Amber eye, the Amber eye has golden orbs swirling with emotion and another look at the black eye shows Nate’s promisi

They are low-ranking demons that assume any animal shape they desire and sometimes, even insects that mostly live doing their owners’ dirty bidding for the blood they receive from their owners’ fingertips. Standing by the now open window, my eyes were fixed on a dark-brown beautiful owl, whose void eyes stared back at me. I could see its futile efforts of trying to reconnect with its master and report what he was seeing which made the side of my lips curl into a smirk. Stretching my hand forward, I motioned for him to come closer as I forced the air around him to pull him to me, whether he liked it or not, and soon, on its dismay, it found itself on my window’s stool, wholly and closely faci

I still couldn't help but sneak peeks at him as I ate though. I had just turned my head to sneak another peak at Eddie when I noticed him. He was quite tall and incredibly gorgeous with the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. His skin was bronzed and nearly as dark as my own, which only made his eyes stand out that much more. But it wasn't his Greek God stature or his incredible good looks that had caught my attention. No, it was the marking on his right eyeball that made me stare. I had never seen anything like it before. It was a thin black ring with a shiny opalescent center that reminded me of a full moon, and he had the same marking just behind his right ear as well, only much la

those eyes like a mirror to the grave was too raw. “I saw an owl,” I said flatly. Rowan blinked. “An owl?” “Yes, Rowan. You know.. feathers, wings, doesn’t bark?” I gave him a long cold stare. “They’re pretty common in forests..” “Kael,” Elara hissed, as if she could scold the sarcasm out of me. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Fine. It wasn’t just any owl. Its face was… wrong. Like it was watching us..”

Its large round eyes, rimmed with black were fixed on me. The owl drew closer to me as I wanted to pick up the bucket and rush inside, its appearance became more apparent at the closeness. Its feathers were soft and fluffy. The beak was hooked and menacing, capable of tearing flesh with ease, its pupils dilated and contracted, as it stared at me. Despite its predatory nature, the owl exuded a sense of calm and wisdom. Its regal posture and serene expression suggested an ancient creature that had seen many things in its lifetime. The white owl seemed almost otherworldly as if it belonged to a world beyond human comprehension.

The Owl logo guy thought for a moment that this pair of Obsidian eyes is gleaming. However, when he blinked, those eyes glaring at him look like a sharp knife – thirsty for blood. He jolted and stands up immediately. Thinking, “This person is dangerous.” He stepped back when Zitrey gets up and patted the dust on her uniform. While Zitrey is busy doing her work, the Owl logo guy notices the imprinted logo on her right chest – an Owl. He rejoiced for a moment and wanted to ask this person in front of him if he could tag along going to their school, yet, he dared not.

"Which is just as well. Humans are dreamsingers, fair-to-middling minds, ambitious, greedy..." "Okay...okay..." Cassandra said. "I will go with you but you need to tell me everything about this world of yours and your mistress and your apocalypse." "Our apocalypse," corrected the owl fiercely. "And one more thing," Cassandra added. "Tell me your name. You haven't told me if you have a name or not. Do you have a name?" "Of course I do!" the owl rolled her enormous eyes. "I was so anxious about all the whole finding-the-one business to introduce myself. Well, my name is Owlyn."

This was more than a piece of jewelry; it was a relic, a key to a past deeply tied to Violet's enigmatic bloodline. The weight of discovery was momentarily forgotten when a sudden, piercing cry from outside shattered the cabin's fragile cocoon of silence. An owl, its large, round eyes gleaming with an almost unnatural luminance, perched momentarily on the windowsill, its cry echoing the urgency of a warning, a call to action. Just as quickly as it appeared, it took flight, its wings casting ghostly shadows upon the moonlit ground, leaving a chill in its wake.