Confused Owl Novels & Stories

They sensed a powerful aura in the atmosphere that they could not explain and began bleating in concern. A curious, large owl made his way to a nearby tree and screeched, "My, my, what is all this commotion? Is there a fire? Hunters?" "Greer!" exclaimed a large stag. "You need to call his majesty! Look at the river!" The owl twisted his head and observed the river behind him. "It's just a few bubbles; I'm sure it’s a sinkhole or an air pocket that opened. Nothing worth disturbing the prince for."

"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.

Chaol glanced back again at her and smiled. "Yes, I did." "Mr. Owl is a Night Hallow just like you, isn't he?" "Indeed. Quite the mischievous one too." Asty chuckled lightly. "Aren't you the mischievous one, Count?" "You could say so yourself." he chuckled pleasantly to lift Asty's tension. Asty glanced back. "He did not seem harmful." she clutched into the part of her dress that she had ripped. "He looked scared and frightened, even."

After a few seconds it appeared and immediately got lost in the ring. "What's going on? Why didn't the star show or tell me anything?" I wondered before I heard someone touching me on my shoulder. "Mother. You are here?"I breathed with relief since I had guessed that something else touched me. "Artie, you need to be extra careful. Some things would seem like the truth yet they aren't what they seem to be."she said. "What do you mean by that mother?" "That's not an ordinary owl. It's a two in one creature, I mean it's partly an owl and a half snake but it's up to it whether it wants to be a complete snake or an owl for a time being."she explained.

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.

to steal her first time and insult her dignity before me. This is unforgivable! Containing my anger is like trying to put a rope around an infuriated Bear. It’s only a matter of seconds before this unfamiliar fury self-destructs. Constraining myself as hard as I can, I begin to rewrite the Owl’s memories. There’s no way she must come to know about the situation back at home, at least not until I’ve found out why they’re after her enough to go grazing the fur of a slumbering beast. “You, return to the Silver moon Pack and be my eyes and ears” I send off the bird, granting it mobility from its momentary pause as I watch it turn around, going in the direction it had come flying from.

I studied him for a second, still wondering what I might say to him, before I swooped down and landed on a tree branch near his head. He didn’t seem to notice me. I thought that was a little odd. I expected him to recognize me, even though I was an owl. I hooted a few times, and he glanced up at me, but quickly looked away. It was then that I saw how unbelievably sad his eyes looked. I don’t think I’d ever seen a wolf cry before, not that Sam was crying, but he looked as if he might at any second.

Ortiz faced the owl again, lifted it gently, and whispered in that ancient tongue only the royal house still knew-low, clipped, urgent syllables meant only for the creature's ears: "Fly to Haspan. Spy. Hear. Return fast." The owl's eyes flashed silver. Then- FWSSHHH- it shot out the window like a streak of lightning, gone before anyone could blink. Silence fell. Ortiz turned toward Lisa. "Try again. Look far." Lisa swallowed hard. She closed her eyes, pressing her palms together, breathing as though steadying herself against a storm. Everyone waited. Seconds stretched. Then her eyebrows twitched... her lips parted...

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.”

I'm no better that the person who crashed into them that night. I approach the window, which is still wide open. Lost in thought, I contemplate the surrounding landscape. These deep woods and their serenity usually soothe me. But, unfortunately, not tonight. Suddenly, I hear a hustle of wings and look up. What the...? My owl flies up to my window sill! She stays perfectly still for a moment. I do the same, lest the slightest gestures should make her flee. For a while, I forgot my trouble. She watches me with her big, mysterious eyes and then bends her head so far as to touch my cheek.