Eda The Owl Lady Novels & Stories

Her grey eyes were wide and fascinated, tracking my every movement like I was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. "I still can't believe you're real," she said suddenly, her voice filled with wonder. "I mean, I know you're real. You're right there. But I can't believe you're real." I blinked at her, unsure how to respond. "She's fascinated by you," Kealen said through our link. "She's never seen a colorful owl like you before." "I'm the prettiest Owl. Of course she's never seen anything like me." "Don't let it go to your head."

Her wise eyes held a glimmer of mischief, and a serene smile graced her lips. "Amelia, werewolf protector, there's more at stake here than you can fathom," the mysterious woman spoke, her voice carrying a melodic tone. "The Shadow Lord, though formidable, is but a pawn in a greater game." Confusion gripped Amelia as she tried to piece together the puzzle. "What do you mean? Who are you?" The woman's smile widened, as if she had been anticipating the question. "I am Alara, the Moon Oracle. I have watched over the moonlit realms for centuries, keeping balance between light and dark. But the forces aligning against us threaten not only this realm, but countless others."

When their hands met, a wave of intense heat flowed through her, making the artifact shine more intensely. The room trembled as the agreement was finalized, and Kayla's sight dimmed. The final image in her mind was the devil's victorious grin as he softly said, "Welcome to my realm, my avatar." After that, everything went dark.

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 whisper to Owen. Beneath the “werewolves” column, she neatly prints, “Owen and Ella: Reproductive Spell.” Changing from her black marker to a red one, she makes a bullet point below it: “Ella = Tyr” and “Owen = Fenrir” “We know enough about the spell that we understand the symbolism,” she says, moving to the next column. She notes there that thralls cast the spell on us. Then, under “unknown,” she writes “moonstone.”

So despite their hostility, the healers and wolves present could do nothing to her. “Go in.” Hasgard opened the door. Elena nodded slightly before stepping into the spacious room. Inside, several healers were present— along with an elderly woman whose eyes had long since closed with age. She had lived for thousands of years. She was Lady Miravel Moonwyn, the Luna of Pack Mooncrest. Lady Miravel Moonwyn was a supreme spiritual figure— the one who oversaw all dreams granted by the Moon Goddess. Under her authority were the two royal Moon Priests: Moon Seer Hera and Moon Seer Auralyn.

She looked at Lief, seeing him nod his head, she answered. “I’m a witch, a shadow weaver, and a seer.” Elara’s voice was shy as she spoke, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. Everyone’s stared were too much for her. She was not used to this many people looking at her. She wasn’t used to this many people period.

Eleanor blinked, confusion flashing through the fury, “What do you mean?” The witch’s eyes gleamed. “She is no fragile girl. She is the Mother of Werewolves reborn. The storm that birthed all of your kind. The goddess you should have bowed to, but instead she bows to you, deceives you and steals what should be yours,” Eleanor shook her head, stumbling back a step, "What? No. She’s weak. She cries. She bleeds. She—”

Charles revealed, pointing a finger at me before placing his hands in his pocket. “I will deal with that one.” Charles nodded. “And Lady Eleanor?” Amelia shifted her eyes to me. “She is there but as per your orders she will be leaving the palace this morning.” “That's all I need to hear, the only one left now is Oliver…” “And Ava?” Amelia chipped in. “What about her?” “Arthur, u don't like new things, this is not a good sign, there is a reason impure wolves are different.” “Maybe you should just accept that the moon goddess helped her,” I growled stepping closer.

The more she thinks about it, the more she feels that he was actually a stalker. "And how did you know all this?" Ellie asked, but she only heard her sigh before answering. "I am a witch, and I was one of Lady Aurora's maids before she passed away." The lady said, but Ellie was just looking at her as if she were lying, and the lady knew why.