Eda The Owl Lady Novels & Stories

Evangeline figured that was about power, not absence. In the center of the glade, they hit a circle of mossy old stones, all gathered around a willow that looked like it had seen too much. No breeze, but the branches swayed anyway. There were faint, glowing runes on the bark—not even Evangeline could read them, and she’d seen her share of weird. Then, out of the shadows: Eidara. She glided over in these deep green robes, hair silver (not granny style—more like “don’t mess with me, I’ll hex your bloodline” vibes). Her eyes were mossy green too, sharp, and way too knowing.

She continued to walk forward, her thin line of a mouth curled up in distaste for me. "And you are....?" I prompted her. "I am Lady Eleanor, Queen Luna of the Moon Stone pack." She declared. Up close, she was so short that she barely even reached my shoulders, and yet she radiated so much active wolf energy that I took a hesitant step backwards. This old woman still looked as though she could change into her wolf form without breaking any sweat. "You should have taken her away with you by force," she began. "You should have hauled her into your carriage if it so pleases you!"

"But how are you doing this?" "My daughter is a sugar fairy," Cedella declared. "And being half, you know what," Cedella explained, not wanting to say dark witch out loud for her daughter's ears. "She can also summon animals." "So she is the one who summoned the owls and the other living animals here," Lance amused. "Yes, when she was younger, she found a book in the house that had pictures of animals, and she was fascinated by the owl, so she summoned a few here, so she could see them for real."

"Do you know each other? Actually, she's the friend I was talking about who can help you with your bite mark. She's a professional Moon Priestess." "Yes, I do know her a lot," I said. "I knew him before we met," Dandeline added. "In fact, we've been through a lot together." "He's like the back of my hand." Ophelia suggests, "Can we cease going around the bush?" "She's my mate." Her mouth gradually circles without saying anything. "'Oh'?" "Oh!" she finally uttered. "I've been in the middle of this couple all these years? Now it's understandable why the little devils grew up without a mother. It's phenomenal to see the very first female Eldar and the endangered silver wolf in one picture as a

the man asked as he snapped out of his anger and finally got control over his body. “That owl was no mere bird, but a spirit constellation beast. A loyal servant of Astra, the goddess of the stars. Though the weakest of her pets, it replenished a great deal of my magic and strength. I can erase Alinta’s memories before she head-butted me. I can give her an explicit dream of how our mating ritual happened while you take what is rightfully yours.”

I say when Lycaon chuckles. “He is talking to you, isn’t he?” he asks, and I nod my head. “This is good, Selene call Odessa. She will help with this.” I look at Selene and she groans. Apparently, Odessa is a friend of Asteria’s. She is an oracle and has power. Her power can apparently bring my Lycan forward. If that is even possible. “No need to call me. I’m already here.” I turn and see a woman with dark skin and long silver hair. Golden tattoos on her exposed skin. Her eyes are silver.

Things weren’t safe for me at the moment, for us. Apparently I was the reincarnation of Onara Eardwulf. The first wolf and Queen of Wolves. My Gaelic friends that are from the witchcraft community, Orla and Lugh helped remove spells that had been placed on me, to control me for years. According to them, I am blessed by both Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft and Selene, the Moon Goddess. I felt dizzy, sitting here in the medical room, bile starting to rise in my stomach.

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.”

Soon, two palace guards were already behind me, making sure no one could get near me while I was out of the platform and giving the goods straight to the ones who cannot walk to get in the line. “You are so kind, young lady… what is your name?” asked one of them who I think is blind. He was smiling at me looking so grateful for the blessing he got. “Eodelle, mister. My name is Eodelle Wycliffe,” I proudly uttered my name, wanting to let everyone know that there is one last Wycliffe who could bring good changes for the people of this realm. Everything was already working smoothly and the people are starting to get comfortable with my presence when a shifted brown werewolf appeared, it's dark

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.