Character Owl Novels & Stories

I bit my lower lip as each student announced what kind of shifter they were. I was amazed by the different varieties. There were leopards, lions, tigers, hawks, cats, and then of course wolves and bears. When she reached Penny, she proudly stated that she was an owl. She was the only owl in the class, so she received a few gasps of admiration and she beamed happily. Then Professor Santina’s eyes flashed to me and I felt the color draining from my features. “I… uh….” I stammered. Professor Santina narrowed her eyes.

She backs up onto the asphalt without arguing, which scares me more than the birds. I look out at the open snow. There's a hare out there. White on white about sixty yards out, sitting up with its ears twitching. 'Rabbit,' my wolf says excitedly. 'Hare.' My wolf rolls his eyes like I’m being ridiculously pedantic. 'They taste the same.' Then an owl comes flying out of the trees and most of the tension drains out of me. It was a bird of prey after all. I watch it with relieved appreciation. It’s a great grey. Biggest owl in these woods, it’s wingspan is wider than Mato's shoulders when it’s spread. It’s magnificent.

A pair of large, round eyes are looking at them. He sighs and raises his arm. Instantly, a small, brown owl flies towards him and settles on his arm. The owl hoots happily, curious about the two people in the cave. “He just wants to be friends with you,” Lavi says. “He? Who?” Anna asks. As if answering her question, the owl lands on her lap. Anna touches its fluffy feathers and she smiles as the owl affectionately hoots at her. “An owl?” She exclaims, smiling widely like a child. “Is he cute?”

Knowing well its repercussions, it had shown up and that was why and how the witches had helped Alpha Ciandra. The owl was known by the witches to be something formidable. To make it even scarier, no one knew the owner of the owl. To Alicia and Felicia, Kelly was the owner. The way she came to own it was peculiar but they had understood. It was unheard of for an owl to communicate with wolves. If only the owl would have been able to communicate with Felicia and Alicia since they were witches and not Kelly. “I hope the owl isn’t following Ciandra,” Alicia whispered.

I tried to reconstruct and imagine the statue's complete form with a little imagination. It didn't take long. I managed to rebuild the statue's original structure in mind. I could quickly recognize it because the shape was very familiar to me. This statue was a bird that was perched. The body part may be similar to most ordinary birds. The distinctive feature that immediately made me recognize it was its head's shape. The statue had a pair of large eyeballs facing forward, and the fur on its head formed a circle. Based on those two things, even a fool would recognize this statue as an owl.

Luna observed that beautiful white owl who was there simply observing, and could not believe the words and look of her husband, who was observing it as if of an enemy for life it will be, so she decided to deny immediately "Of course not... let it stay with us, even tho I think it's hurt, could you call someone to heal it...?" great, now apparently he would have to endure a being that seemed certainly disturbing in his eyes, those birds were not well seen in their lands as they were the messengers and allies of the Ivernor witches, in addition to the fact that one of her had attacked him when he was just a child, the only difference was that she spoke, he did not think she was the

"I see." "But did he really do that?" Asty asked. "Did he... really feed on people?" "Yes, he did. I am familiar with the Night Hallows in Erana and he did pique my interest, so I had Owl investigate." "Owl..." Asty took a glance at the woods. "That man back there, is Owl?" "Owl, yes. His eyes looked like one so I decided to name him that." "You named him?" Asty asked. Chaol glanced back again at her and smiled.

She should have just said "owl" - Owl. Owl. – Lucasta reached out and grabbed an owl right next to her and gave it to Maris. - Oh my gosh. Do you understand what I'm saying? That's right, owl. Lucasta, you're amazing. All right, wait a minute, I'll get you some chocolate. Maris immediately ran away and a moment later, she returned with a bunch of chocolates in her hand and took one, and peeled it off. The most voracious owl of the flock quickly flew over and landed on Maris' hand, poking its beak into the chocolate.

He shot me a gigantic, face-splitting smile. With that pronouncement, he dropped my hands and his form exploded in black, icy blue, and silver sparks. Once his animal form took shape, it was the blue-black of Kord's and Oliver's hair. The color seemed to pull light in and trap it. The top of its head was even with my hips. The owl looked up at me, icy blue eyes keen in its heart-shaped face. Its head tipped to the side as if asking me a question. I shrugged. "Well, let's go then," I said.

Jamal’s POV The message from the owl arrived under the cloak of night, a messenger of the unseen realms. Its white feathers glowed in the moonlight, and in its beak, it carried a small vial—a vessel containing an otherworldly concoction. The air crackled with arcane energy as the owl descended, talons gripping the edge of my windowsill.