Owen From Jurassic World Novels & Stories

Lycans are truly blessed by the moon goddess, but some abuse their powers, which is why they’re regarded as the most dangerous creatures alive. “Mira!” I jolted at the loud, masculine voice that caught me off guard. It was Owen, rushing toward me and placing his hands on my forehead. I yanked them away. “I’m fine, thanks to your brothers.” He smirked. “Don’t be jealous because I helped Jenny.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Of course I’m not!” I rolled my eyes. “It looks like you weren’t skilled enough, so she probably thought you didn’t take her seriously.”

"This is control disguised as family concern." "Mommy?" Ava's voice—closer now. She's in the hallway, Mrs. Patel's hand on her shoulder. "Who's the man?" Owen's face shifts. Softens. He crouches slightly, angles toward her. "Hey there. I'm—" "Ava, go back to the kitchen." My words come sharp. "Now." Mrs. Patel guides her away. Ava's protest fades down the hall. "She looks like Julian at that age." Owen straightens, still holding the dragon. "Same eyes."

Owen's voice then blared from hidden speakers in the statue's base. "Julia doesn't even come close to you. When I was with Julia last night, I had to picture it was you, or I couldn't even…" Everything clicked for Owen in that moment. In an instant, he shifted into his wolf, abandoned the chaotic ceremony, and charged out of the hall. "Aurora!"

"See? I told you. You had to open your mouth and ruin my day." Owen, unfazed by my sarcasm, held up his dog, G****e, who looked adorably confused. "But look," Owen said, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he made G****e sit up on his hind legs. "How can you say no to this face?"

"Because you need a shark, Syd. And I happened to know he was in town for a few hours." I step out into the crisp morning air, the wind whipping my hair across my face. My breath hitches. My heart stops dead in the middle of a beat. Leaning over the steel railing, looking out over the sprawling grey grid of the city, is a man who looks like he was carved out of every pretty thing to ever exist. He’s wearing a charcoal suit that fits him beautifully. Owen Kingston. The morning sun catches the sharp line of his jaw and the slate-grey of his eyes as he slowly turns toward us. He looks exactly like he did at the funeral—imposing, silent, and terrifyingly observant.

Joseph squatted down and opened his arms towards him, saying, "Come here." Owen turned around and looked at Elianna. He didn't want to leave mommy behind! Although he knew that Aron wouldn't harm mommy, but... when he saw mommy faint, how could he possibly leave her? Owen walked up to Elianna and gently patted her cheek with his little hand, tentatively calling out a few times, "Mommy? Mommy..." He held Elianna tightly, unwilling to leave her even for a moment. Joseph stood up and looked at the search and rescue team members beside him. He saw them hesitating and not daring to approach because, after all, what was in front of them was a Barbary lion.

This scary dude does have a sense of humor. “Got a name, Spider Monkey?” He says with a cheeky grin. “Ciara, but everyone calls me CJ. You?” I reply. I hold out my hand for a handshake. “I’m…” he pauses for an unnoticeable split second. “Owen. I’m Owen.” He grabs my hand and shakes it gently. Subtle sparks tingle through our touch, and I momentarily lose my ability to breathe. ‘MATE!’ Ember abruptly chimes in. She is up, wide awake and prancing around in my head.

Jasper called after him, the bigger man not as fast as Hector. "There's two lines of tracks, you take care of Asena if it's her!" "How would I know!?" "Pure white wolf! A patch of black over one eye!" "And the twinblood!?" "Simple! Pitch black fur apparently!" "Got it!" They heard the roars and snarles ahead, the two were taring at each other, Hector knew an omega never stands a chance against Asena so he built his first attack in the run.

Curiosity got the best of me and like a little child I tried to peek over Narissa’s shoulder, to see who this person was. Green Blue eyes stare back at me, his golden-honey hair slicked back, and his chin covered in a faint that cut nicely along his jawline forming into a smirk as I assessed him. Oliver freaking Steward… Boy, did he clean up good. When I saw him last a few hours ago he was covered in dirt, blood, and a whole heap of other stuff that I barely recognized him. The eyes, his eyes confuse me, I couldn’t place why they look so familiar before, maybe it’s the mate bond playing tricks on me, but his eyes, I know I’ve seen them before.

he said looking at me in a challenging way, which I didn't like at all. I approached him and also stared at him; we are both quite tall, but I wasn't going to let myself be intimidated by a cheap male imitation of a Tinker Bell, "Owen, you don't know about our world, nor what exists between her and me, it is something powerful that neither you nor anyone can break it, the one who should walk away defeated is you."