Blinking Owl Books Novels & Stories

For a long moment, there was only silence. Then, among the dense clusters of leaves, something stirred. A faint rustle, soft as a whisper, swept through the branches. One by one, pairs of eyes ignited in the dark… round, gleaming, and red, burning like embers in a furnace. At first, there were only two. Then four, then eight… The numbers kept increasing. The leaves seemed alive with them, countless eyes blinking open in eerie union. Dozens of owls sat perched along the gnarled limbs, their feathers blending with shadow, their gaze fixed upon the Amilek. Watching. Judging. Like a small coven

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Aaron asked as they got to where the rest were. “This fell,” Ivana answered, stepping back to allow Aaron and Zera to see what she spoke about. It was a lifeless owl lying on the ground. Though it was dead, its eyes were wide open and glowing in shades of blue. Blue was the last colour an owl’s eyes should have. This was strange, and she could swear she had seen that shade of blue before. It was very familiar. Zera gasped and stepped back in fear, realising who had those shades of blue eyes. Lionel.

Professor Hawthorne's amber eyes remained locked on Bellona, a faint, intrigued smile touching his lips. "Interesting," he murmured softly. "Very... interesting."

Everyone agreed. King Ortiz didn't waste a second. He stood, went to his private shelf, opened a carved wooden cage, and lifted out the little owl-tiny, white-furred, its eyes like glowing pearls. The room fell still. He whispered into its feathers. The owl blinked once... stretched its wings... and hopped to the center of the table. Every gaze followed it. Its eyes gleamed. The air shifted. Magic hummed. The little owl hopped twice across the table, claws clicking softly on the polished stone.

"I see. I'm sorry if I offended you." Damon shook his head. "You did not offend me, Diana. I am simply not used to discussing my blindness with others." Diana was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "Your Highness, may I ask you something else?" Damon sighed. "What is it, Diana?" "Would you like me to read something to you?" Diana asked. Damon was surprised by the offer. "What would you read?" Diana thought for a moment. "I have a book of poetry with me. Perhaps I could read you a few poems?"

When I looked up, I saw two bright yellow eyes staring at me intently. “Ole, good to see you.” Thank God his cup was full. “I see Owen pleased you tonight." The brew smelled bad, and I had no desire to refill it. Owen was brewing some sort of rodent tea for clients like Ole, the were-owls. "Do you need anything else?" He looked down at his cup for a moment, and then his large, unblinking eyes met mine again. "No." I knocked on the counter and smiled. "We had a great chat."

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.”

- 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