Fictional Owls Novels & Stories

This sent a chill up the spine of the servant girl. Neither the dark glint skirting across the Queen's eyes nor the quivering - even as brief and momentary as it was - escaped from the wise and sharp eyesight of King Easton. The eyesight and accuracy of it... of a Eurasian Eagle-owl Harpy, was on par with that of a Raven or an Eagle. The only difference was that owls could see in the dark and eagles and ravens could not distinguish things at night as accurately. Then there is also the sharp and cutting intelligence of the owls.

he starts screaming at the prince like he wants him to follow him then owl start to fly away and the prince starts running and follow him until he stops screaming when the prince stop his leg he finds out he is not in the castle he is outside now owl start speaking in human language. while flying in the l:- do you remember me, master prince became surprised. how can animals talk does he was dreaming. prince also look scared prince:- I do remember you. tell me you are that owl from my childhood. who always look at me through the window. owl:- prince I have to tell you something. look behind when he looks behind. he saw his castle is burning and explode

drawled the owl. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dondus, the wise, the great grey owl of the marshlands, Grandmother Alma's Familiar, an owl of the Fanged Forest and of the Forest of Faded Dreams and-" "Thank you, Dondus," said Alma abruptly. "Dondus is my Familiar," said Grandmother Alma simply, "a gifted magical creature who helps me with my enchantments." "Aha!" yelled Titan, making everyone, including Dondus, jump.

Luna observed that beautiful white owl who was there simply observing, and could not believe the words and look of her husband, who was observing it as if of an enemy for life it will be, so she decided to deny immediately "Of course not... let it stay with us, even tho I think it's hurt, could you call someone to heal it...?" great, now apparently he would have to endure a being that seemed certainly disturbing in his eyes, those birds were not well seen in their lands as they were the messengers and allies of the Ivernor witches, in addition to the fact that one of her had attacked him when he was just a child, the only difference was that she spoke, he did not think she was the

This It's so enviable, isn't it? "My God! What kind of immortal is Mrs. Owl? I thought she was just a little-known adopted daughter of the Swann family. I didn't expect that her origin was so complicated! " "That is, I thought her real father was the king of gambling, which was enough to shatter the three outlooks. Now there is another Miller family." "Isn't her biological mother the cloud family? If that's the case, Mrs. Owl is the woman with the hardest background and the strongest backer! If I had half of her, I would wake up in my dreams with a smile."

Paul couldn’t notice it because of his weak eye sight. “I knew you would find it for me.” Said the old man. “You can go and rest at home and I’ll take care of everything.” Keith convinced Mr. Paul . Days passed and everything came back to normal. Keith started stealing money on daily basis and Mr. Paul never knew about it but, he would visit the shop often and spend some time over there. After a few days Keith was at his home playing with Olivia when he heard Henry talking to his wife. “Please sit down, I’ll go and make some coffee for you.” Martina said and walked to the kitchen.

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.

' I tore a strip of paper from my notebook and used it as a bookmark. I read the next few stories, then closed the book. I walked over to sit on the couch. I leaned my head back and I dozed off. I dreamed about Astra, the wolf in Child of Stars. The story didn't describe how she looked, but I envisioned her being a beautiful golden sable with bright blue eyes. In my dream, her colors began to lighten and shift until she was the white silver of my wolf with my bright blue eyes and the three jet black scratch marks across her right eye.

"Then how do you know what she looks like?" Bailey smiled as she looked down and then back into my eyes, wrapping her arms around her knees. "That's right. I forgot that you haven't heard the stories." A crease formed between my eyes. "What stories?" She shrugged. "The stories of our people." She sighed as she looked out over the stones but saw a time long ago, a time far away. "Long ago, two children were walking in the forest. Night fell, and they became lost. A black wolf came, and the children shivered, sure that they were about to become a meal for the black wolf. But then a huge white wolf came and scared off the black wolf. When he was gone and the children were safe, the white wolf t

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."