Blinking Owl Books Novels & Stories

I snapped my head at my window, there and then I saw a giant owl that was making heavy fluttering sounds from it's feathers. Yesterday evening, I had taken my binds off, while studying and had forgotten to put them back. This owl which was a big as my house, was whistling instead of hooting, something which was totally a different sound vocalization. It's eyes were growing bigger and bigger, as it continued whistling. And this started making me go deaf gradually, with my eyes creasing right into their sockets, spinning my world and making everything go blurry. I was suddenly rendered weak, and felt a huge itchy lump stuck in my throat.

“Come on both of you, and do bring the chicken.” We followed him inside, the library smelled damp and old to me, the stone walls giving it an air of mystery. His long robe brushed the floor, making slight swishing sounds as we walked toward a table in the corner of the room; piled high with books. He motioned for us to sit and picked up a book that looked like it’s binding was about to fall apart. He flipped the yellowed pages until he found what he was looking for and set the book down, pointing to a page where I began to read out loud. “The Earth Goddesses’ Protector, a wolf with fur the color of moonlight guards her from the night sky, his spirit glowing and racing amongst the stars for a

Jeremy’s presence was electrifying, his body stiffer now, his eyes darker as the wolf within him began to stir. I watched him closely, heart racing. He was looking at me, those familiar brown eyes of his locked onto mine. But something was different. The warmth in his gaze was gone, replaced with something... colder. And then I felt it—his wolf was breaking through. The air around us shifted, the temperature dropping, and a sharpness entered his features. His eyes were glowing faintly now, reflecting the wolf that pushed to the surface. The bond we shared was about to be sealed. This was it.

Lirien murmurs, eyes distant, “he did.” The word did sits heavy in my chest. Before anyone can say more— A shadow sweeps across the table. Wind rushes through the hall, sharp and sudden, extinguishing several candles at once. Plates rattle. Someone curses. Then something lands on the table between the fruit bowl and Ezra’s coffee. An owl. It’s massive. Bigger than it should be, feathers ink-black and silver, eyes glowing faintly gold. It stares at us, unblinking. Every muscle in my body locks.

Eventually Elowen stopped before a small wooden table. One book rested upon it. Unlike the others, this one looked unfinished. Blank cover. Silver binding. No title. The library seemed quieter here. Waiting. Elowen touched the book gently. Then looked at us. "This one is special." Dangerous sentence. Hope immediately moved closer. Naturally. "What is it?" Elowen smiled. "A story still being written." Silence. The floating lanterns drifted overhead. Soft golden light danced across the blank cover. The book shimmered faintly.

Because they had been busy lately, she decided it would be better if she faced that fear and accepted that they wouldn't be spending all the time with her since they also had their own lives. An owl hooted from afar, making her jump in fright, but she took a deep breath, calming her racing heart. The owl's hooting was a sign that she was about to reach her destination. She clutched the black rose flowers she was carrying in her hands so tightly as if her life depended on them. After she realized what she was doing and had crushed a few leaves, she released her grip and decided to concentrate on what she was hearing.

V Old Nana said we are going in the next two hours, I was lying down on my and Liza's bed, and the thought of his Majesty being blind hasn't left my mind, since I eavesdropped on his discussion with the physician. How come his wolf is blind? Was he cursed by the moon goddess? Was that the reason why he always acts cruelly? I guess the moon goddess decided to favor me, I am gonna frustrate his life now that I know that his wolf is blind, he will regret taking me in as his personal slave. "Hey what are you thinking about?" Liza asked and I fake a frown. "What did you mean? Did I look like I am thinking about something?" I asked and she clear her throat....

Theo's eyes widened with delight. "It's about fireflies!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "It is," Nanny Mama Hazel confirmed, her voice filled with warmth. "And it's full of stories about fireflies, their habits, their life cycle, and even some myths and legends about them." Theo eagerly took the book from Nanny Mama Hazel, his fingers tracing the outline of the firefly on the cover. He couldn't wait to learn more about these magical creatures. As they settled on the porch swing, Nanny Mama Hazel began to read aloud from the book. The pages were filled with vibrant illustrations of fireflies, their tiny lights illuminating the night. Theo listened with rapt attention, his mi

"Oh, Goddess! What did you say to him?" I groaned again. "Please, can we not talk about this right now?" "Okay, but you better tell me later." And that was when I prayed silently to Artemis that later would never come. I prayed that she'd just kill and burn me. --- Thanks for reading the preview of the next book in the series, Wolfborn! If you'd like to keep reading, please search for 'Wolfborn', now complete on Goodnovel. While this book does introduce some new characters, it also continues the story of Jasmine & Blake. Happy reading!

Without looking at Evelina anymore, I returned to the living room and, just in time: the head of security brought a flash drive with recordings from video cameras. It was a well-knit wolf with a hint of gray hair at the temples and a very calm look, effortlessly picking out all the details of what was happening, but not a hint of concern about this.