Black Eyed Owl Novels & Stories

“No.” The sky split open. Something looked down. Not a Throne. Not a construct. Something older. Bigger. Eleanor froze as an enormous golden eye opened above the clouds. The entire world went silent. Even the Hollow King stopped moving. The eye stared downward at Blackwood Mountain with terrible calm. Then slowly— It focused on Eleanor.

Then, between one heartbeat and the next, they appeared. Seven ravens, each the size of a large dog, perched on outcroppings all around us. Their feathers weren’t black but rather the color of a night sky, dark blue-purple with pinpricks of light that might have been stars or might have been their own internal luminescence. Their eyes were the most disturbing part. Each bird had dozens of them, covering their heads and necks, each eye a different color. And every single eye was fixed on us. “Oh gods,” Ryker breathed, staggering backward.

“I’m Becca Oberto. It’s nice to meet you.” Brawn turned his attention her way again and she stared up into the darkest blue eyes she’d ever seen. They reminded her of a night sky, so dark, but with just a hint enough of blue to be striking. His eyelashes were extraordinarily long and black, matching his hair. The feline shape of his eyes was remarkable and beautiful. His irises weren’t round like a human’s. They were oval, similar to a cat’s and they were breathtaking. She was so caught up in studying his features that she didn’t notice anything was wrong until he smiled and amusement sparked in his gaze before he glanced down.

Yeah, no one. "I'm here, Koniee... Don't worry, I won't leave you here alone..." I mutter as I continue to gently brush his soft locks. He's older than me but sometimes we're switching roles. Sometimes he's stubborn and sometimes it's me. He has this owl-like eyes but it was ruined by a foggy grey color surrounding his eyes. It's always been beautiful. Brown owls like eyes while I have this almond shaped eyes like my little brother, Sky.

Something inside me tells me this is my mate coming. I stand up and walk towards the sounds and stop in front of the bottom of the waterfall as a massive stark black wolf with bright yellow eyes walks out from the trees and stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. Our eyes lock and Sienna, my wolf, begins shouting, ‘MATE! MATE! MATE!’. “Mate,” I say almost under my breath in shock.

I am the same old me". Linking her arm in mine, we walked down the hallway. Then, finally, it was time for the ritual. The air was cool in Briarwood as we made our way to the sacred Oak Tree. Millions of stars were sprinkled over the black velvet sky, some large but most tiny pinpricks. The moon loomed largely, full and yellow, glowing, lighting the way for the wolves who gathered beneath it—their howls echoing through the night.

They looked so real and alive that I had a difficult time getting too close. I personally liked the bird's section most, so the owls. I have always loved owls ever since I was a kid. They just fascinated me. I like how strong and intelligent they are. I remember reading fun facts about them in high school. How they have three eyelids and can rotate their heads 360 degrees. I would really love to see that in action.

The house was too quiet… that something felt odd. In the middle of the night, where the full moon had shone, Arth had trouble sleeping. His exhausted body wanted to rest so badly but his guts were keeping him awake. He groaned as he sat up from his white bed, then he glanced through the windows. His eyes went wide of what he saw. A white owl stood on a branch of a tree outside, watching Arth. Its white feathers gleamed with the moonlight but its eyes glowed brightly—so round and entirely locked at him. Who would see a damn bird that has glowing eyes?

Standing on a low, frosted branch directly in front of me was a bird. It was a snowy owl of staggering size, its plumage so blindingly white it seemed to radiate its own inner moonlight. Its large, round eyes were not the amber of a wolf, nor the pale grey of my own, but a deep, brilliant violet like two crushed amethysts glowing in the dark. It didn't fly. It didn't hoot. It simply sat on the branch, tilting its massive head, staring straight into my soul it made my breath catch in my chest.

Drake looked at everyone and nodded, and the sound of bones cracking and rearranging sounded in the night, and all the wolves howled at the moon. The vast majority of wolves were gray or brown, or a mix of brown and gray, with the characteristic yellow eyes of their species. Yes, the wolf's eyes usually wore yellow. The only one with red eyes, the eyes of a true Alpha, was Fury, and that had always provoked reverence from everyone present. Hell was also admired, with his beautiful green eyes, which stood out from the black and glossy fur. Even Delilah's wolf, despite being almost entirely brown, had magnificent light brown eyes, almost hazel, and her mate, despite having a very small wolf, h