Character Owl Novels & Stories

I squinted, trying to see at least something in the gloomy sky. -What else is that? - dumbfounded asked in the crowd. A dark silhouette, which had just separated from the forest, was rapidly approaching us. - Some kind of bird... I don't understand. -Owl! It's an owl! someone yelled. “Wow, owl,” I was taken aback when the bird flew very close. - She's the size of a mare! -Professor Borch! - came from above happy. I recognized the ringing voice of the Larni woman right away.

He drew the leather belt and attached the scabbards, “Have we identified the attackers?” Nerea fielded the question, “As a matter of fact we have. The dog people are called Adlets, they enjoy the taste of humans. The big wolf bear things are called waheela, they are wild animals as far as I have been told. As for the flesh golems, they are called Tupilaq, and they come with specific conditions. We'll get into that before we leave.” “This is your captain speaking, we want to thank you for riding the Dreaming Eagle. We ask all passengers to wait for the queen and her entourage to disembark first. That will be all.”

This was more than a piece of jewelry; it was a relic, a key to a past deeply tied to Violet's enigmatic bloodline. The weight of discovery was momentarily forgotten when a sudden, piercing cry from outside shattered the cabin's fragile cocoon of silence. An owl, its large, round eyes gleaming with an almost unnatural luminance, perched momentarily on the windowsill, its cry echoing the urgency of a warning, a call to action. Just as quickly as it appeared, it took flight, its wings casting ghostly shadows upon the moonlit ground, leaving a chill in its wake.

She called out into the trees. Ruffling of feathers answered her from somewhere above. Aria craned her neck to look up. The only being was a large, brown, spotted owl staring at her with round golden eyes. It spread its broad wings and floated down to a lower branch. “Why?” The owl asked again. “What?” Aria asked, confused. He wasn’t referring to the rabbit, was he? “Kill.” The owl turned his head upside down and blinked. “I hunger.” She said slowly, then wondered how the bird could understand her… and she him? Never before had she talked with another creature using voices. Except Morgan, of course. And she still hadn’t figured that one out.

He landed and shook his feathers until he had settled himself. Carr had seen the owl and smiled. Some American Indian tribes considered the owl to be a spirit helper that allowed humans to contact the dead. He felt it was a good omen the owl had come here when he did. He looked at the feather tufts that the gave the Great Horned Owl it's name. He sent his thoughts to the owl. "Thank you my friend for joining us."

I pried my head out of the shattered window glass trying to see if I could get a glimpse of the creature. It made a chirping sound like that of an owl and I found myself gaping at the creature. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. I didn’t even think animals like it existed and from the way it looked, it was definitely an abomination that should not have been created. There was no way that it was born like that without the need for a spell to change its form. It was an owl, big enough to lift the car if it wanted to. Its claw were sharper than the ones an owl would have. its body was that of a lion, having the tail of a dragon. It was as magnificent as it was terrifying. Everything about

When the bird was removed from Finn’s hands he came running towards and gave me a huge smile like he was a kid who experienced something mind blowing. “Oh, golly joy! Did you see that? Did you see how fast that bird was? It was like zoom then boom! It was on my arm. It’s claws were so tight that I could feel them even with the leather on!” Finn beamed. “Yes, I did see that! It was amazing, Finn. What was that bird called?” I asked him. “They said it was an Eurasian eagle owl?” Finn replied. “Oh, what is that? “I guess it is a species of eagle-owl that resides in much of Eurasia. I mean, if you look at it very much it does look like a mixture of an eagle and owl. It really is fascinating,” Fi

The house was too quiet… that something felt odd. In the middle of the night, where the full moon had shone, Arth had trouble sleeping. His exhausted body wanted to rest so badly but his guts were keeping him awake. He groaned as he sat up from his white bed, then he glanced through the windows. His eyes went wide of what he saw. A white owl stood on a branch of a tree outside, watching Arth. Its white feathers gleamed with the moonlight but its eyes glowed brightly—so round and entirely locked at him. Who would see a damn bird that has glowing eyes?

Then, I point a finger at the nest up in the tree and hiss again, “forest chicken.” The moron looks at me in what looks like a mix of amazement and disbelief. “I can’t believe that you just called an owl a chicken. Let’s skip the part of those owls being night predators and focus on the chicken part. I can’t believe you. Are you in your right mind?” I shrug. “They look the same as chickens but live in the forest so it makes sense. No idea why I must explain my logic to you, but whatever, really.”

" With a groan, he rose and loosened his aching back. How long had he been gone? Minutes? Hours? He did not know. With a faint flutter, a spherical owl sat down next to him and looked at him with wide eyes. Azrael couldn't help smiling. He liked owls. They were such majestic predators, precise and absolutely deadly, but could also look like a two-year-old child who had just put on a diaper. "Who are you?" He asked her, still smiling, in his mother tongue. She just cocked her head and stared at him. “You don't have to say it. Everyone has their secrets. ”The owl rose into the air and its bright feathers brushed his forehead.