Owlette Amaya Novels & Stories

From Amaya's body came a sound—soft, almost inaudible. A heartbeat. "That's impossible," Nova breathed. "She's been dead too long." But there it was again. Stronger. And with it, a whisper of phoenix fire—not white or black or silver, but golden. Pure golden flame, the kind I'd only seen once before. In my mother's last letter. Amaya's eyes opened, and they were no longer brown. They were gold, with vertical pupils. Like a dragon's.

Amaya nodded her head at the doctor and she squeezed her eyes shut and my hand. Amaya looked in and out of a stable mind. "This will make her wolf come out. So she needs to sleep." the doctor said Amaya tipped over to the side, I caught her and picked her up. She was bigger than most girls but that's what made her look loveable. I walked her to the room she was staying in and put her on the bed. As I placed her down she started to move. I took off my shirt and laid it down next to her. She dug her face into it and didn't move.

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.