Owlette Amaya Novels & Stories

Jones whispered and they both turned there attention to her not sure what she meant. " Yes I had told you that by the next morning Amelia would have passed but she's still alive and miraculously healing in a way we don't understand yet, the main reason we took her out of ICU is be cause she can now breath on her own " Mrs. Jones said with a small smile on her lips. Maggie's lips parted in surprise and then she started crying, it was then that Mr. Rogers walked and turned to Mrs. Jones then at Maggie who was crying.

Hysterical cackling echoed through the emptiness as Amaya opened her eyes to consciousness. “Did you find her?” Lynette asked impatiently as she strode toward Amaya who was sitting inside the magical symbol and Darius sped to her as she almost dropped to the floor. He lifted her body, hurried back to the sofa, and laid her there. When Lynette realized that she was desperate, she gulped and comforted herself waiting for her to wake up. Coughing lightly, Amaya opened her eyes and she smiled when her mother caressed her hair. “You are safe.” Amaya muttered before she fell back to sleep. Heaving a reassuring sigh, Lynette placed her sweaty palms on her forehead and tapped her feet on the floor.

Her weeping fell on deaf ears. Little Ameira cried her heart out, until— “AAAAAAAAH!” As quick as a lightning, she grabbed the knife hidden underneath her pillow and stabbed her uncle’s neck. She held it tightly and pushed it deeper. “Die! Die! Die!” Little Ameira screamed, letting out a loud, stretched-out, and wild maniacal laughter as she simultaneously stabbed him. With all her strength, she pushed the old man’s convulsing body, suffering in the throes of death.

Remember what Dad told us? Amaya nodded, feeling more confident. "Alright, let's do it." Owen peeked at Cruella, his gaze landing on the orange juice beside her. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Wait here." He whispered to Amaya. "I'll add something to her drink." He held up a bottle of chilli pepper they'd snatched from the kitchen. "Be careful." Amaya warned. "Don't let her see you." Owen crept towards Cruella, freezing as she suddenly picked up the juice. He held his breath, afraid to move.

“I thought she’d changed, but she’s still James’s daughter.” “That's not true!” I cried, clutching my face, blood slipping between my fingers. “I didn’t touch her! I didn’t do anything!” I cried out. I looked at Alpha Damon, hoping he would believe me but the look on his face told me he didn't. In his eyes, I was the villain. The omegas who dared to harm his mate. “You vile creature,” he growled, eyes blazing. “How dare you lay a hand on my mate?” He turned, voice thundering. “Guards! Take Amaya to the pack hall. She is to be lashed and it doesn't stop until Freya says so.”

Did he not feel it? What about her wolf? She jumped up from the seat as she heard a tiny voice. “That's my wolf…” she exclaimed, eyes wide. “Your wolf?” Nelo asked back confused. “Yes, my wolf! Nelo, I can feel my wolf. I can feel her. Maybe I can shift now. I can…” Nelo held her. “Calm down. This whole thing is probably getting to you…” Amaya backed away. “No! I can really feel her,” she insisted despite Nelo's doubt.

His eyes shimmer a little gold, and his natural colour, like he and his wolf are sharing control. “You are playing a dangerous game, princess. I only have so much self-control,” his husky voice rasps against the sounds of the water. His eyes are now completely gold, and the pet name he used lets me know it’s Ace in control right now, not Oliver. I bite my bottom lip, fighting the urge to giggle uncontrollably. Between my nerves and the overwhelming bond, I feel like I’m losing my sanity.

Her wrinkles gave her away, but one wouldn’t be able to tell her true age without knowing the facts about her. “Her name is Amaya,” Hale spoke up on her behalf. “Amaya…” Willa said lowly, as though testing the name out on her tongue. Having remembered everything he’d ever been told about Amaya and her life story, Zen also spoke up. “She was found as a baby and raised by a werewolf pack. Her adoptive parents were the Alpha and Luna of that pack, but it was wiped out when she turned eighteen. She, her mate, and their twins managed to survive the attack, but she and her husband were separated from their twins. Their children, Samantha and Killian, both have great destinies to fulfil, and your d

This empire. The underworld. I ran my thumb over the Abraha insignia. A golden emblazoned crow in mid-flight and twisted the ring so it lay against my palm. I hated the sight of it. The weight. The feel of it was even worse. Suddenly, a thought crossed my head at the resemblance of the black seal and my ring. A symbol that I failed to recognize but hazily suspected. The eerie eyes of an owl. Of course, she chose that over anything else. Sabrina, you cunning piece of shit.