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.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

There were many gasps of shock as Corbin revealed his plans for Elliot, but there was also just as many hushed murmurs as the other wolves here questioned what a Blood Eagle was and just what that entailed. The sounds of shuffling as wolves twisted and turned to each other gossiping reached my twitching ears from my position at the front of the confused and terrified group.

A shrill voice cuts through the merry din, interrupting my thoughts. I turn a bit too sharply, and come face-to-face with an owl-like creature mounted on flamingo legs, its feathers are a gnarled mess of ash-grey and violet. I can't even scream, considering chicken-feet here looked even scarier the first time. The owl-flamingo's beak clicks once. Twice. Then it scuttles towards me with a bizarre, almost ceremonial bounce, leans in so close I can smell dampness and mildew on its breath. And it peers at me with eyes the size of a football.