Blinking Owl Books Novels & Stories

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

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.

Elora’s POV I freeze. Goosebumps everywhere. My instincts hiss a name I haven’t let myself think of for months. Mira. Wings cut the quiet. I spin just in time to see a raven come out of the dark, eyes glowing red. It lands on my window ledge and tilts its head, like it’s sizing me up. My mouth goes dry. It stretches out one talon. There’s a letter dangling from it. Black wax sealing it, pressed with the sigil moon of Mira’s old family. I would recognize that anywhere.

Asher hollowing deep in the back of my mind. “AAHHH!! What the fuck is that!?” Hunter almost falls into me as he backs away from the metal guardrail. I turn and see a large barn owl perched on the metal, completely unaffected by our presents. It was so unusual to see an owl this close up and so random. The colors of the feathers were unusual as well. They vaguely looked familiar for some reason. The owl flapped and preened its autumn color feathers as it continued to stare at each one of us. Its large yellow eyes glow against the moonlight. I breathed in and could faintly smell the most perfect scent in my life. The wonderful smell of spiced cider and orange. My heart raced wildly in my ches

I peered my eyes open and stared across the room to find what looked like a white shapeless blur pecking against the window. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. “What the hell?” I hushed. I stumbled out of bed and carefully stepped over to the window. I heard Lucas stir awake. “Harper? What is it?” “I don’t know, there’s this white owl perched on the windowsill,” I said. Suddenly, Lucas shot out of bed and came over to stand beside me. Before explaining what was going on, he opened the window, and the owl hobbled into the room. I gave Lucas an extremely dubious look.

They experienced awe at the intricate tapestry of knowledge, sadness for the lost wisdom, and determination to carry forth the lessons they learned. Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as the pack immersed themselves in the wealth of wisdom. They studied forgotten herbal remedies, ancient rituals, and the sacred dances of the celestial bodies. They absorbed tales of forgotten heroes, whose bravery and selflessness had shaped the world. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the library's stained glass windows, the owl approached the pack. Its eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and sadness, knowing that their time within the library was drawing

When she approached the owl, she could see his body was flinching in surprise, as if he didn’t want her to come any closer than she was now. “Yes, can you find me a book about the creatures that live in the Forest of Wonders?” She kept a safe distance. A frown formed on the owl man’s furry face, but in the end he agreed and wandered around the tens of thousands of shelves after asking her to wait on the sofa. However, she refused to sit back and followed the librarian while looking at the books. This time, she only looked it from a far without daring to touch the books, which were almost all dark. She didn’t want to go through the same thing again.