Blinking Owl Books Novels & Stories

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

Bitsy ran for her life, her open coat fluttering behind her. If any people had been camping adjacent, they would’ve seen something taking after a huge, intoxicated butterfly shooting through the woodland. She listened Keegan shout after her, fair some time recently she listened a thunder the likes of which she’d never listened some time recently, but she kept running.

“I never said it had to be a human life, you wicked little thing. The debt must simply be paid.” Before I can speak, to even process the cruelty, his hand flicks lazily through the air toward the owl. The bird jerks violently, then goes perfectly still, limp, lifeless. It doesn’t even fall; it just floats silently toward him, suspended in the air like a puppet whose strings have been cut. He catches the poor creature delicately by its lifeless wings, stroking its soft feathers with a strangely tender touch. “Such fragile, inconsequential things,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “Life. Death. So easily confused, so easily exchanged.”

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?

- Alice shouted cheerfully, apparently wanting to improve the atmosphere a bit, which had become a bit sad because of Meredith's story, which in turn was completely out of place for a birthday party. Selene blew out the candles and sliced the cake. After everyone had eaten, she took care of the gifts. Aunt Meredith gave her the Book of Spells that Selene's mother used, she got a protective amulet from Elisabeth, a deck of tarot cards from Rita and Eleazar, Isabelle and Johnathan gave her runes, Alice, Tess and Teresa such small things as a cauldron, potions bottles, magic candles, incense, magic powders, etc. Maria and Deborah gave her a crystal ball. Selene thanked each one of them, and she

Above the cliff, moonlight illuminated the area, highlighting the shapes of trees and rocks. In the silence of the night, an owl flew over the region, its eyes fixed on Maya. It did not blink, as if it were on a mission, determined not to miss any detail of what was happening to her. The presence of the owl, with its ancestral wisdom, added a mystical layer to the atmosphere.

My father’s book. I took a deep breath and opened it again, making sure to avoid touching any of the pencil prints. I looked at them one by one. Most of them were just drawings of still objects. Then I flipped to the next page and saw a picture of the glowing moth! Just like the other sketches, this one was vivid too, as if it had been captured and trapped in the book. Surrounding the glowing moth were little sparks in an exact shade of gold to represent the light it gives off as it flies. I turned over to the next page. Nothing significant. Just banshee drawings. I flipped and flipped until I got to the end of the book. Nothing of any peculiar interest to me. I closed the book and set it do

It coincides with my nightly checkups for Mom and adds magic to the experience. As expected, the silent flutter of wings interrupts the curtain of silvery light from the sky. My lips pull back in a grin. I raise my camera and click a shot without hesitation. She frets over her eggs, inspects each with care, then settles. My breaths are calm and steady. The owl is very sensitive, as I’ve learned. Looking down at the screen, the perfect shot looks back at me. Wings flared, the tips spearing light like tiny daggers. Her claws suspended, round eyes looking down at her babies.

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.

Her eyes widened in confusion. Then— He threw himself between her and the arrow. --- Pain exploded through his back. It wasn't sharp. It was... Hot. A burning agony that spread through his entire shoulder. The force drove him forward. His knees gave as his body swung to the ground. For one brief second... Everything disappeared. Then... He smelled it. Wolfsbane. His vision blurred. His wolf— ... Silence. Grey frowned. No. Not silence. Something else. A sound. Very faint.