Owlette Amaya Novels & Stories

Without warning, I was sent back, and my eyes opened, and I was back in my room. “That’s just great. I got more questions than answers.” I mumbled to myself. Hearing wings flapping, I turned my head and saw a small black dragon with ice-blue eyes flew through the curtains and into the room towards me. “Hello.” I smiled when it landed on the floor in front of me. It bowed its head, “Hello, my name is Cana, Leviathan asked me to come help you.” “It’s nice to meet you, Cana. I am Amaya.”

Amanda suddenly said and stands next to me, already opening up the first aid box. "Thank you. We'll have to put on the gloves first" I say and as we put it on, the Omegas stand around, waiting for an order. "What's your name. I love your eye color." She said with a small smile and I couldn't help but smile back. "Amaira." "We have the same name initials and same eye color. Look at that." Her smile broadened and for a second, I thought she'd make a great Luna. * DAMIEN'S POV

Nolan growled, stepping closer to me. Lena's eyes glittered with satisfaction, like she'd gotten exactly the reaction she wanted. "Keep telling yourself that." She glanced at me one last time, her expression softening into something almost genuine. "Be careful who you trust, little omega. Not everyone's intentions are as noble as they seem." "That's enough," Nolan growled, stepping closer to Lena. His eyes flashed gold, and for a split second, I could have sworn I saw something shift beneath his skin—something wild and barely contained.

Amaya feels and smells the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. "Let go of me!!!" She cried and kicked Gianna in the belly. Gianna coiled, holding her stomach in pain and Amaya seized the chance and ran out. As Amaya remembered all this, she rolled on the bed facing the Wall. “You need to be careful from now on Olivia." Grace said with concern in her voice and laid on bed. The next morning, Amaya and Grace woke up to see Olivia doing press-ups on the floor. They exchanged surprisingly glances.

“ They are hurting me!” I whirled on Otto again, my rage already building. "Stop this right now!” I said to Otto but his face remained unmoved and neither did he signal the guards to stop I looked at Amaya who was still crying and shaking as the electric course went through her, her body already draining of all color and horror gripped me at the way she was being treated like an animal.

She said when it flew down to meet her. Amelia came out of her hiding to greet it. Unlike most owls that she had seen, they had black iris and pupils but this one was special. It had blue eyes. Amelia's jaw dropped. "Such a beautiful bird" she widened her arms to give it a hug when she noticed the howl walking away from her. "Come on little guy I promise, I won't hurt you.. come on" she danced a little as she tried to chase it but the howl increased it speed.

Adelaide let her eyes move over the people that filled the pristine white space as their eyes all turned to look to her. Familiar faces stood out from the crowd next to Theo and she quickly made her way over. The tall female was dressed in traditional wear that stood out from the crowd that had gathered and her hair was auburn and long, reaching to her lower back. Her eyes were blue and wild, full of the wolf that lounged beneath her skin. The wilderness clung to her skin and was a drug to her senses, like a song pulling her back to the true nature of their kind.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Noreen Winchester." "You can just call me Noreen, Mrs. Amaya Sterling," Noreen replied, smiling and returning Amaya's handshake. "Amaya is a hybrid, the only one in werewolf history to lead a pack made up of Omegas," Ariel said. "She's the mother of Omegas and a skilled martial arts instructor for women."

“Come, let me show you something special.” She reached out and took his hand softly. Greg’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Her hand felt small, warm, and incredibly gentle. She led him down a winding garden path lined with glowing flowers. They stopped in front of a beautiful flower bed filled with large, closed blooms that shimmered under the moonlight. “Watch this,” Amaya whispered excitedly, her eyes sparkling with joy. She touched one of the flowers lightly with her fingertip. Suddenly, the petals unfolded gracefully, releasing a cloud of colorful butterflies that danced around them in soft waves of blue, yellow, orange, and pink.

But when she saw the stone on Leila’s neck before the volcano, her confidence was eradicated by an overwhelming worry. How could Leila have the exact same stone as Tora? Amaya knew what the stone was capable of; she had to get her hands on it. She had ordered Oscar and Nyree to steal it for her. But miraculously, it had appeared on Leila’s neck again. Oscar floated down the river, unconscious, all the way to the Misty Mountains. He tried to make contact with her via a crow and begged for another chance to prove himself. But Amaya couldn’t bring herself to trust that imbecile again. She knew she had to do it herself this time.