Character Owl Novels & Stories

"Oh my god," Cassandra gasped. "You talked!" She thought she was dreaming about a talking owl, but as she saw the bird looking down at her with the same intelligent eyes, she knew it was real, or that she had probably slipped into a twilight zone without knowing it. "Yes, that I did," the owl replied. "And there's more talking I will do if you're willing to listen." "Are you half parrot or something? What kind of an owl are you?" Cassandra couldn't help asking out of curiosity. It seemed like the only explanation she could think of was the bird must be a species related to parrots or some talking birds in the animal kingdom.

She caught Mariselle’s eye across the courtyard and gave the smallest nod. Mariselle, bless her devious heart, understood immediately. She reached for the perch where Tyllu had been secured and released the clasp that held him. The great owl launched himself into the air above the courtyard, his bronze feathers catching the afternoon light like burnished metal. He circled wide over the crowd then swooped low over their upturned faces. The effect was immediate. Children pointed and shouted, reaching upward as though they might touch the magnificent creature. Adults cried out in appreciation. The formal ceremony dissolved into delighted chaos.

those eyes like a mirror to the grave was too raw. “I saw an owl,” I said flatly. Rowan blinked. “An owl?” “Yes, Rowan. You know.. feathers, wings, doesn’t bark?” I gave him a long cold stare. “They’re pretty common in forests..” “Kael,” Elara hissed, as if she could scold the sarcasm out of me. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Fine. It wasn’t just any owl. Its face was… wrong. Like it was watching us..”

The agitation made my ankle begin to throb. "Help!" I called, fighting hard to stay calm, "Is someone out there? I'm stuck! Help!" "Whoo-whoo!" Gasping, I looked over my shoulder. On a low-hanging branch was perched an owl. His feathers were various shades of brown and black. He cocked his head, purring a hoot, round eyes gaping at me. I couldn't keep down a giggle at the funny sight. While he wasn't the rescuer I was hoping for, I did have a weakness for cute, round birds, and this owl was one of them.

I can see the owl living up at the top of the tree we just past. She's runs for miles and miles play fighting with Rex whilst simultaneously darting between trees and under low branches. Eventually she stops by the river I woke up in, leaning down to drink to satiate her thirst which is when I get my first glimpse of her in the waters reflection. Her fur is whiter than the moon but the very tips are covered in a glowing purple hue. Her eyes as Theo had stated are lilac and bright. Her muzzle is long like any of the other wolfs I've seen here with a stark black nose contrasting so bodily against that white fur of hers.

The distance between him and the Burning Arrow was quite far already, yet, he could still hear the Fat guy shouting 'her! Hearing this, the brows of the owl logo guy, knitted. “Hey, fat guy! I'm not a girl! Are you blind? I'm a boy! Boy!” he yelled while still running, afraid the Burning Arrow could catch up. This owl logo Guy has no intention to deceive others. He was definitely a boy. However, he couldn't control the mind of others on how they will perceive him. Having a slim body with 5 ft. height, has long silky and smooth raven hair, his long eyelashes, pinkish lips, and snow-like skin; you can say he was cute and the same time beautiful. No wonder, strangers always thought him as a gir

Then, out of the thick mountain mists swirling above the western canyons, a silent, ghostly shape materialized. It was a magnificent white barn owl, her feathers so completely colorless they practically glowed against the dark stone of the fortress. She glided without making a single sound, her massive wings sweeping through the air with a chilling, effortless grace before she descended onto the heavy leather-braced forearm Maeve held out. As the owl settled, her head smoothly rotated, locking her gaze directly onto Rebecca. Her eyes were not the typical dark obsidian of her species; they were a piercing, luminous crystal-blue, gleaming with a terrifying, ancient intelligence that felt entir

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.

He was also interested in killing people who had messed with his colleagues. "You often act without thinking things through, Stupid Owl!" Marcus's face showed shock. It had been a while since he'd heard it. The "Foolish Owl" nickname was inspired by Marcus's dual-colored hair—black and gray, which is often a distinctive feature of the owl's color.

Then, looking upward toward the sound, I growled, "Go away, you creepy mother fucker!" Few things bothered me. But the fact an owl could turn its head until it was looking over its shoulder and keep going until it's eerie yellow eyes were looking over the opposite shoulder, did. And I sure as shit didn't need its mythical omen at the moment—whether true or not—I didn't want a supposed harbinger of death screeching above my head.