Hunter Owl House Novels & Stories

A glint of excitement passed through his eyes. "At sundown last night I saw a barn owl. You know, the kinds with the white faces? I want to find out where it nests in the forest, so I spent a good hour and a half trying to track it down, but no luck. By the time I gave up I realized I had missed the party." "Barn owl," I said. "I didn't know there were any of those in our forest." "Well, owls are nocturnal, you know, so if the only time you went to the forest was during the day, you'd have to be very lucky to see one," he told me.

In a remote town far away from Krasnoyarsk City, a white horned owl perched on the branch of an ancient oak tree, waiting. The bird was too large for its kind. Almost the size of a two-year-old toddler. Speckled sunbeam framed its body after the large bird had swooped down to the ice-covered earth beneath, gilding its white feathered wings and striking an occasional gleam from its sharp yellow eyes. The owl had been waiting on the same spot since dawn. Every single day and night. And it was prepared to go on waiting until it found the One.

Asher hollowing deep in the back of my mind. “AAHHH!! What the fuck is that!?” Hunter almost falls into me as he backs away from the metal guardrail. I turn and see a large barn owl perched on the metal, completely unaffected by our presents. It was so unusual to see an owl this close up and so random. The colors of the feathers were unusual as well. They vaguely looked familiar for some reason. The owl flapped and preened its autumn color feathers as it continued to stare at each one of us. Its large yellow eyes glow against the moonlight. I breathed in and could faintly smell the most perfect scent in my life. The wonderful smell of spiced cider and orange. My heart raced wildly in my ches

I took one step hesitantly while my eyes scanned the scene in front of me. The narrow yard of the house was covered with thick grass sticking out here and there. An extinguished torch post stood right in the middle of the courtyard. The pillars are supported by six bamboos arranged in such a way that they resemble long spider legs. A bird with blackish gray feathers perched on one of the bamboo legs. The owl stared intently at the house in front of it with round eyes, as if the house was transparent. The bird had a low coo, accompanied by other sounds around the forest. Being alone in the forest makes me a coward. I am scared.

he said. I nodded my head and said, “Ok. Be safe.” “I will,” he told me before walking out of the house. I did as he told me and locked the backdoor behind him. I stood between the living room and the kitchen, watching the area through the windows and listening. I heard the shifting of a wolf and I figured it was Owen letting Jet out to check the area. I stood there and waited to see what would happen. Suddenly, I heard Owen howl loudly close to the house. There was a distant howl that came back, but it was way up north. It must have been on the pack territory. What was going on?

I recognized the ringing voice of the Larni woman right away. A gigantic owl landed very close by, blasting us with an elastic wave of wind from its gigantic gray wings. -Professor! - the disheveled healer rolled down from the back of her companion and stretched out along the line. - I beg your pardon for being late! Couldn't manage at all. The Dean of Hunters grunted contentedly, folding his arms across his chest. You are amazing, Melwes. Where did you find this bird? - At the edge of the forest. It's a foggy owl, professor. She can only be lured out at dusk and with the help of this, - the girl showed some kind of plant with silver-green small leaves.

The reason is she’s our owl. She’s our connection to the past, present, and future. She sees everything in her vision. Each house was given an owl. She was ours for the last hundred years. She usually spends her time in our library, she just goes out to buy the things she needs like books. It’s risky to let the owl go alone.

I glance out the window at trees, so many fucking trees. Not friendly trees. No. These are the kind of trees that whisper in Latin and watch you pee. The paved road gives up after a few feet, dissolving into a narrow dirt track. I squint at the one landmark available; a half-rotted wooden mailbox with faded cartoon paw prints painted on the side. Howl & Growl. The “o” in “Growl” is scratched out. Charming. There’s no visible buildings, no lights or people. Just the buzzing of insects, the caw of a raven doing a great horror-movie impression, and somewhere in the distance…howls.

My uncle has helped me collect many rare species throughout his travels. There is a lot of space in here and it’s probably a little bigger than the size of a football field. We have a small shed with tools filed with supplies. There is even a small bed, a place I have used on occasion. I look up and see a beautiful white and brown barred owl with bright yellow eyes. Barred owls are symbolic and are known to carry the souls of loved ones to and from the afterlife. I suspect this guy, who has been coming here for about five years, is my father coming to see me.

"Oh a lot of homeowner's to-do list stuff. There's a list of stuff I'll pick up in Portland and then I can finish some projects when I come back. Let's both pray for good weather and no conferences for next weekend." "I'll pray for that." "When will you be home?" "We'll be leaving Bend at about noon on Monday. I figure we'll be back in Trout Lake by dark." "I'll be thinking about you as we're both on the road Monday." "I'll think of you too." She sounded sincere. I was torn. What was going on? Would she plead the "I was lonely" defense? Would she accept fault or attempt to hand it to me? Over the next few hours at home I looked for and thought about how I could get the evidence we needed. I