Owlette Amaya Novels & Stories

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.

The swirling currents tugged at us, threatening to pull us apart, but we pressed on, driven by the need to locate her. I felt the crushing weight of despair closing in on me, she was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, I felt the water around me practically still, the strong current receding into practically nothing. I moved forward determinedly, hoping against hope that this unnatural turn of events meant I could find my witch. A flash of movement caught my eye. There, struggling against the water’s grasp, was Amaya. Her leg had a huge gash on it, blood seeping out of it and mixing with the water around her. She must have been injured during the jump. Without hesitation, I propelled myself toward

Amaya shook her head, her hand going to her waist in an annoyed stance and Mum was smiling while Hectar was trying so hard to keep a straight face. I could swear Amaya's pure black eyes would stare us deep into the ground if she could while her long dark hair would wrap us up to make sure we never come out. Her annoyance was thick in the air. She had said she left a very important work to attend to me today so I do understand her annoyance at my lack of result for the day. "Little Bird, what do you say we try out crossing again so that our grumpy aunt here doesn't eat us up?" I tried to hide my chuckle and just nodded in agreement.

"How did you learn to do that?" "I don't know. I think the amulet taught me," she replied. "What else can you do?" I asked. She closed her eyes and held the amulet again. A single blue butterfly flew down from the sky and landed on her finger, then another, and another and another until a hundred butterflies were fluttering around us in all their beautiful colours. I smiled widely as Milly opened her eyes again to admire her work. Surprisingly, Leo's expression was far less impressed. He grabbed Milly's arm and dragged her towards the house. The butterflies immediately vanished and my face dropped. Max and I chased after Leo and Milly into the house and into the kitchen.