Fictional Owls Novels & Stories

"Hold up, I'll stop you there uncle, I'm sorry. Ehm, you called her owl-something and akwshinis, did I get that right?" "No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chos

Jun'er gasped. Human-tongue Owl is a very rare species of flying spirit beast because it can learn any form of speech. But it is also extremely hard to find and it barely exposes itself to any other animal. After all, this owl could even sustain on rocks and dirt! Every single aspect of this beast made it rare. "*Hoot* Don't worry, Feng Long is alive." The owl hooted sharply and its voice rose, revealing human speech. The group didn't need to think for a moment who was behind all this.

"Which is just as well. Humans are dreamsingers, fair-to-middling minds, ambitious, greedy..." "Okay...okay..." Cassandra said. "I will go with you but you need to tell me everything about this world of yours and your mistress and your apocalypse." "Our apocalypse," corrected the owl fiercely. "And one more thing," Cassandra added. "Tell me your name. You haven't told me if you have a name or not. Do you have a name?" "Of course I do!" the owl rolled her enormous eyes. "I was so anxious about all the whole finding-the-one business to introduce myself. Well, my name is Owlyn."

They looked so real and alive that I had a difficult time getting too close. I personally liked the bird's section most, so the owls. I have always loved owls ever since I was a kid. They just fascinated me. I like how strong and intelligent they are. I remember reading fun facts about them in high school. How they have three eyelids and can rotate their heads 360 degrees. I would really love to see that in action.

Well this totally confused Henry, he imagined that she was going to turn into a full wolf just like they normally did but unknown to him only born wolves could do that. She was made by him, she was not born with it and so she had a few limitations but she was obviously strong because the chains he had tightly fixed to the wall, so he thought, were already beginning to pull if the old basement walls as sand and dust began busting out the cracks on the wall. Henry just knew that it was only a matter of time before they come off the wall.

I do not talk about that with anyone. The air starts to buzz. “Duck!” I yell. Arrows start flying through the air. I stop all of them as I run forward. “Stop!” I yell at the witches running from me. They do what they are told. The rest of the wolves catch up to me along with Joe, which is what, I call him now. They take the four witches to their version of a compound for questioning.

I personally saw him off at the airport, and he died one month later after accidentally consuming food that was laced with rat poison while wandering the streets. In my past life, he had pushed me right down the stairs to my death. Five years was not nearly enough of a punishment for him. Under my command, his demise was made certain, and he was buried right next to Winnie for good measure. I had finally avenged myself. No one would ever be able to steal my life from me ever again.

She stared at him. “My owl was flying,” she said tightly. “Doing what owls normally do, when they are not drinking tea and eating cake.” “What owls do,” he said evenly, “is spy. What military falcons do is neutralise potential threats.” “Potential threats?” Loren’s voice dropped. “Do you have any idea who I am?” The question came out in the quiet, dangerous way that usually made her sisters remember prior engagements elsewhere. He looked her over then. From the circlet on her head to the tip of her soft leather boots.

His gaze was fixed on the one who opened her withered eyes, staring at him unconsciously But Who said it's the end of them? Suddenly.. Something unfamiliar came out to these savages Is it something? He is the worst and biggest of them all, he is the legendary being that they were only reading about!! They quickly backed away, their faces full of panic, as Zayn sensed a great stray behind him He turned to widen his pupils as he looked at the standing Ardina wolf, looking at them with confidence in his majesty and hugeness and those bloody eyes.

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa