Character Owl Novels & Stories

Her glowing yellow eyes blazed into Gera’s Gera was only a snowy owl because it fit her natural appearance best; most owl shifters were barn owls, brown-haired and black-eyed. She was the only one of her kind as far she knew. As the two women stared into each other's eyes she felt the nagging sensation of someone trying to get into her head to speak to her. She opened the connection, too curious to refuse. "It is so nice to see you back to your old self, daughter."

I let out laughter, bringing my hand to tap over the slender thin fur-coated creature. Oriel is my pet Weasel since way back, and together with the rest of his many brothers and sisters, we make a family of our own. The hooting of an Owl distilling the night air also retrieves my smile and I turn in time with a large grew and white Owl gliding down in the air. I shriek, mixing my footing and falling back to land on my butt with a wince. With a faint frown on my face, I regard the large bird perching on my shoulder, “Hey, that’s no friendly greeting at all”.

Their feathers a mixture of green and yellow. From between them, a colorful owl slowly stretched its body. Its originally wide body stretched up, it looked less puffy and more elegant. A coat of brilliant and colorful feathers with a pure yellow beak and a body slightly larger than the parrots. It was a strangely colored owl and though interesting, not many paid attention to the owl since it would fly and find various spots to rest. Soon, it reached the garden of the Commander's mansion and perched atop a black-cloaked individual.

Ariadne was amazed with its beauty and quit surprised not ever seeing on ever. Moreover, a small great horned baby owl was resting itself on her shoulder. Its eyes were open and it has golden eye with black circles around it. It has pure white fur with black highlights its chest with thick feathers around its neck just like a fur. It keeps making a small ‘hooo’ sound every time she jumps. Eve hiss at her owl in a low voice. “Marion! You have to keep quiet! If anyone hear you, they will catch us and we’ll be punished for sure. Do you know how hard it is to hide from Khalid?”

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.

They looked so real and alive that I had a difficult time getting too close. I personally liked the bird's section most, so the owls. I have always loved owls ever since I was a kid. They just fascinated me. I like how strong and intelligent they are. I remember reading fun facts about them in high school. How they have three eyelids and can rotate their heads 360 degrees. I would really love to see that in action.

Too slow to be a bird panicking against glass. I froze. My blood turned sharp. Tap. Tap. Tap. It was coming from the window. Tyler didn’t stir. I slipped from bed silently, pulling the curtain aside with careful fingers. An owl sat on the sill. It was huge and silent with eyes dark as obsidian, feathers mottled white and gray like moonlight on water. It didn’t move when it saw me. It simply stared. Between its tightly clutched talons was a cowrie. My heart stopped.

It means locking your doors against the inky blackness and praying your number wasn't up. The demons and the witches are said to be dawdling for their prey. Darby was being called by the witch. He reached to the terrace only to see a long table full of strange kind of things placed on it. "What are you doing?" he asked unaware. She didn't say a word but spread her arm in the sky, a big fat owl in black colour flew to sit on her arm. The owl ruffled his feathers and turned his back. His eyes were dark and soulful, not yellow like a serpent. While his face was a soft greyish black the tops of his wings a dark black.

We quickly make our way to the wood craft tent. Barn owls have an angelic heart-shaped white face. The males are more ghostly with white bellies and white feathers streaking their wings falling from brown feathered epaulets. The females are more striking with white faces framed in a coppery red feather. Dappled brown and red body with a white belly splattered with copper red and brown feathers.

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa