Hunter Owl House Novels & Stories

Without another word, Paris sped off toward Wainwright. Eljo satisfied, starts to walk back towards his house. He notices on every light pole what seems like a dreamcatcher. He inspects one and notices two Snow owl feathers on the dreamcatcher. He recognizes it as Snow owl feathers because last year he helped Ann with an assignment about Snow owls. Eljo brushes his fingers over one of the feathers.

The gold light dissipated. A disgruntled Hayden called out to the forest at large, "If you could make a portal from the tree all the way to this house, then why didn't you do that before? Why did we walk part of the way?" His yell was answered by a mischievous cackle from Dondus. Cory jumped, her eyes searching for the owl. She spotted him perched on the roof of Grandmother Alma's house. The front door of the house creaked open and out poked Alma.

I still remember vividly one of the nights when I had gone out to get the water for her, there was a Water Well in the vicinity of the orphanage home, and the Well was close to the large tree, under which Mother Lisa normally tells us folktales. After fetching the water to the bucket and covering the Well, I was about to head inside the house when I heard the hooting sound of an owl as it came to stand on top of the well, scaring the wits out of me. The bird stared at me and although scared I did the same out of curiosity. Its wings were spread wide, its feathers were as white as fresh snow, and they shimmered in the night. Its large round eyes, rimmed with black were fixed on me.

Are you angry? Ethan stares at the eye of the Kim become sharper and sharper, seem to want to see through the her, wonder what's real behind this brain of her. "How did you find me last night?" "Intuition." "Intuition? Owl manor covers an area of 20000 square meters. It's impossible for a cleaner who has worked here for three months to find it from the door in 10 minutes. How did you do that? " "I..." It's over! She answer it thoughtlessly! No no! What is she suppose to say now.

Immediately they got to the gate, a very violent wind blew heavily that they had to cover their ears and close their eyes for minutes, making no one say anything or open their eyes. "It's fine, you can open your eyes now. Am sure the ghosts were furious that we entered their territory at night" Helen said and hugged her children. "Are...are you sure mom?" Sarah panicked "Sure sweetheart, open your eyes." She urged Sarah. An owl flew and landed on their windscreen, staring at them suspiciously. "Mom look, look at that evil bird" Sarah cried. Mr Wellspring tried to chase the bird away but it wasn't moving at all, it continued staring.

And while they could survive on animal blood, the first feeding had to be human. “I know,” he said. “Well, let’s hunt, then,” Dara said, smiling. “Perhaps there will be some for us as well.” Perched on a branch high above, a brown and white owl watched the vampires slip away into the night. It waited a few minutes until its keen eyes and ears told it the vampires had moved far away. Satisfied that it was safe, the owl fluttered silently to the ground. A soft silver glow began to surround the bird, beginning at its feet and working its way up to the head.

It was like the tortious sound of a deranged man. The owl reminded me of my time in Aunty Matilda's place. The red sofa with cream soft pillows resting on its waist, the solid gold walls and the smell of purple hibiscuses that never seemed to leave my nose for a second. The owl in Aunty Matilda's house was gentle, cool-headed and compassionate. It knew the right time to come in the night and the right time to leave just after midnight. It came to my room in Aunty Matilda's house for a whole month; the first month that I spent in her house in Anambra. I mourned the day I waited for the owl to come sing in my window with its restless noise but it never showed up. The next day, I made a small b

Ever since she’d set up a dog house on the porch, he’d been spending more and more time out there. After switching everything off and locking up, she stepped outside the house, the porch light humming above her. Then came a sharp, echoing hoot from the darkness. Startled, she turned, seeing the white owl perched on the railing like it had been waiting for her. Its feathers looked almost silver in the light, and its big round eyes blinked once, then twice, locking onto her. Arah’s lips curved into a smile. “Hey, it’s you. It’s been a while, huh?”

CHAPTER 58: TRUTH SPELL. Soaring over the city, a crow flew to the coliseum. It perched at the top of the building, adjusting itself as it cawed. It blinked its eyes, revealing a purple coloration. It turned its head from one side to another, as though taking a view of the whole arena, and all that went on within. After a while, it cawed again and then flew off, heading toward a secluded part of Winterhill. It arrived at the old Grayson mansion and perched on a window, letting out a loud caw.