Owen In Jurassic World Novels & Stories

Orion’s muscles clenched underneath his shirt. He arched both his brows, silently asking me to keep talking. “I am not Raya. My name is Sameen, and I was killed by a child and a jealous beta,” I revealed. “And I somehow miraculously woke up in this body. I’m glad to be away from them, but one thing still lingers in my heart, wanting me to return to their pack.” His brows knitted into a deep frown of confusion as he eyed me from over his thick and long lashes.

Livie exclaimed before heading towards the toy store. I didn't understand why, but Olivia went crazy with toy stores. “Can we go in?” She asked with puppy eyes. “Why not?” I said defeated. Ecstatic, she went straight to the stuffed animals, hugging a big tiger. “Come see, Mark!” She exclaimed excited a few minutes later “Look!” He said showing me a Darth Vader figurine in hand. Not knowing how to react, I just stood there feeling my face really hot. "Mark... I'm your father...” She said in a deep voice and then began to laugh, and I had no choice but laugh as well, joining her madness.

Jade The doctors tried their best to revive the alpha but it was all to no avail. “Tell us exactly what happened,” the general said to me with the doctors still working on the patient. I started from when we had been locked in the room and the water had started to flow into the room, down to when we had been rescued. “He stayed underwater for a long time with all these injuries and he wasn’t even at full power,” the general shook his head. “Conan is such a role model but a very strong wolf that not many wolves out there can understand.”

As we hurried away in the rain, I could feel his warm touch, fair enough to calm my body from the cold of the night. I felt as if I was being taken to another world, similar to the one in my dream. There were strange noises all around us, and the water pouring down on us abruptly stopped. The enchanting feeling was there, as though my body was absorbing vigor from my surroundings. It was familiar yet strange to me. And the next thing I knew was when I opened my eyes; I was in another world. A world they called Olympus.

He stares at me blankly. “We need to talk, Cam,” I whisper. “I have nothing to say to you.” My breath catches, and the screen door slams shut behind me. I turn to see Owen walk out. My eyes turn to Cameron and his face drops in horror. Owen is the image of his father. The same dark hair with a curl. Same eyes. Same skin. I rub the top of Owen’s head. “Owen, baby. I’d like you to meet my friend.” Owen smiles up at Cameron.

“Anna is the rightful Luna of the Moonlight Pack. Her strength, courage, and unwavering loyalty have proven that time and again. And,” he paused, his voice softening as he looked at Owen, “our son, Owen, is the true heir of this pack.” Around us, cheers broke out. I felt a wave of emotions rush through me as a result of the music. I blinked back the tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes while maintaining a straight face. I had believed I had lost this moment and this realization forever. I glanced over at Owen, who was standing beside Landen, a proud smile on his small face. He bore a remarkable resemblance to his father - a man who appeared strong, assured, and unwavering in his purp

looked into the rear-view mirror and took a look at Owen. He had golden, caramel skin, pierced ears and something like a curly afro on top of us head with his sides and back cut. He was pretty lean to be a wolf but he still carried a lot of muscles. He had a mustache/goatee thing going on. His nose was flat on his face, yet wide. Thick, arched brows and deep brown eyes. He wore a tan collarless polo, shorts and sneakers. Owen paid me no mind as he sat back, staring out the window. His face looked restricted, which told me he was nervous as well. He told me a little about himself, and as to why he was potentially putting his life in danger for basically a stranger. He told me that he wasn't

When Storm and others arrived at Los Angeles International Airport, Owen and his bodyguards were waiting for them. Owen was carrying a placard with Storm’s name beaming with joy. Owen smiled broadly when he saw Grandpa Saxon. He hugged him tightly, grinning from ear to ear, and said, “Grandpa, welcome back to the USA. How are you doing?” Grandpa Saxon smiled brightly and replied, “Hello, my grandson. All is well with me. How are you doing?”

Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Wait, so who is that girl again, Owen?" Louis is now asking him too with curiosity. "Her name is Angelica, Angelica Bright. Her family migrated to US when we were 10 years old, were kind of friends back then." Owen answered. And now, everyone's attention bound to Owen. "Is he pretty?" It's Louis again. "Yeah, Very pretty." Owen is telling the truth now. Everyone's became silent. Owen thought their professor is already in the front, so he sit properly. But unfortunately, there's still nothing in front. He then look at his classmates... They were busy typing on their phones.