Ollie The Owl Bible Stories Novels & Stories

“Olivia, I told you before. Turtles, like squirrels and frogs and praying mantises, live where they like to live and are friends with others like themselves. You’re a human. They can’t even speak your language. They’ll miss home and all of their friends and their mother and father and grandfather.” “Oh no! I forgot!” Olivia begins to cry. “I didn’t want to make Doris sad. I wanted to give her some of my chocolate and let her sleep in my cosy bed. It’s so cold in the water.” “I think she’ll be happier if you take her back to her mother and her own bed,” I say. “But before you go, I need to talk to you both.” Noah and Olivia climb off my lap and sit next to me on the sofa, their hands on their

Scott, the pack doctor. Olivia would sneakily come to the attic and help Talia tend to her cuts and bruises. Olivia didn't dare to help Talia openly when others bullied her, but Talia never blamed her for it. Olivia taught Talia a lot about plants; which one is good for swelling, which one for reducing pain, etc. When Olivia noticed that Talia is reading slowly, she gave Talia the book about Cinderella. "Practice reading daily. This is a great book to remind you how there is such thing as magic, and dreams can come true..."

But then her werewolf mate appeared next to her. I heard some noise at the back of the cave and I climbed up the gully to have a look and there were people fleeing. Werewolves, and one of them was holding a baby. I knew that had to be Olive's baby. She was giving up her own life so that her child could live. So that her child had a chance. I went back to the gully and Olive was trying to reason with her father. Trying to explain that werewolves don't kill humans. They don't hurt humans. They would never do that.

asks my mentor by way of greeting, “was it Colt again? Did he poke another porcupine? Or try and catch another rattler? Kick a hornets nest?” Colt is a cub not long away from his first merge with his wolf but lacking any common sense and self-preservation. Not that different from most thirteen-year-olds of any species. Olive has treated him so many times over the years, she has a cot with his name written on it, just waiting.

He seemed content just to be there, observing this quiet, tender moment. Olivia took a breath, trying to summon a story that would capture Eunice’s imagination. She recalled one she’d made up a few months ago and began, her voice soft and melodic, pulling Eunice into a world of enchanted forests and magical animals. She told of a brave little fox on a journey to find his missing tail, enlisting the help of his friends—a wise old owl and a mischievous rabbit. Eunice listened intently, her eyes wide open as she pictured each character Olivia described. As Olivia spoke, she noticed Christian watching her with a kind of quiet intensity. It was a look that told her he saw more in her than she oft

Oliver smile and mumbled. "Do you want to see birds flying?" The man laugh and dare Oliver. "Well then... count on three" "Are you ordering me huh?" "No" "Then what are you are doing" "It is just magic" "If you dare make any tricks you are dead" "Yes, yes" "Three right?" Oliver nod his head and pointed his finger on the man. "Alright, one" Jimel just take a peek to see what is Oliver doing. He believe that Oliver doesn't have the ability to do things such as magic. He do not looks like a magician at all.

Olivia said, pleading with her father. "This wolf that helped you, what else happened between you and him? Did he touch you? Did he kiss you? Was he inappropriate?" Richard asked, looking intently in Olivia's eyes, searching for a lie. "No, daddy, nothing like that. He said he just wanted to help. He said he could lift the stone pinning her down and then he did. He came over to us, lifted the stone then stepped back. There were wolves all around, but he said they wouldn't hurt us that the wolves were under his command. Then, we left," Olivia said, glancing nervously between the two.

mom said petting the bird and I just looked at her, eyes as wide as saucers. "That is so awesome" Britney drooled, admiration shining in her eyes as she looked from the owl on my shoulder to my mom, who seemed quite close with it. "Excuse me?" I asked, still not grasping anything. "There's no time to explain now, just know that there is more to us than our gifts" she said with a wink and I still didn't get a thing. "Since when can mom control owls?" I asked Drew, hoping he had an answer since our wolf spirits always know more about everything moon related.

She was little just like Oliver. Dot was very excited to help flying Santa’s sleigh. She practiced for the big night by jumping and hopping and leaping, but she could not fly. The reindeer’s mama gave her a gentle kiss. Dot was still too little. Dot was very sad. Oliver wanted to cheer her up. He dug in his pockets to find a treat for Dot, but instead he found little trinkets from each workshop he had visited. Just then, he had an idea!

Oluwole went to school as usual, just that sleeping during classes now became a new norm for him. “What’s wrong with you Oluwole? What’s going on?” his social studies teacher enquired of him one. Oluwole never replied her or any of the teachers who cared to ask. He just stared blankly at them with his head hung up in his palms. It was only his favorite teacher - Mrs. Sharon; that was able to break him. “Talk to me Oluwole.” she said. “My da-dd-yyy!” Oluwole stuttered with tears filling his eyes once again.