Owls Bookstore Novels & Stories

“Let's keep on walking,” Harold said to Wilkes briefly. Like nothing had happened, they both began walking to the Generals Building. They walked alongside scores of students headed in the same direction but even as they did, they knew they only had each other. The other students were as good as foes. “Do you think he saw me with Max?” He asked as they rounded a corner that showed the Generals Building afar off. Beside it were the special building for werewolves like Harold, Vampires like Wilkes and enchanters like Trisha.

Zitrey was about to say something when her eyes glued at the pair of jade-green eyes staring at her, widely. At the same time, the long raven hair of the owl logo Guy fell from his shoulder and gracefully dance with the wind. Because of this, Zitrey was filled with nostalgia when she smells the fragrance of the owl logo Guy shampoo. It smells sweet... like a newly bloomed flower at Spring – a flower called Jasmine.

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

*Thunk* a book collided with my head nearly knocking me out of the tree I was perched in. I grabbed onto a branch, shaking the changing leaves loose. A flurry of red swirled around me then fell back to earth. "Thanks," I muttered sarcastically as my beloved owl Gera, landed on the branch beside me. I rubbed the lump on my head absently, and she puffed up her snowy white feathers with a look that told me I should be grateful for what I got. I opened the book and smelled the lovely old book scent. The human library perfectly cultivated this one-of-a-kind aroma.

Elena arrived in Yewton. The city was unfamiliar, but that unfamiliarity gave her a sense of security she hadn't felt in years. After spending half a month surveying locations carefully, she rented a storefront on a quiet street in the older part of town and opened a small bookstore called "Books by Elena". The store wasn't too spacious, but it had excellent natural lighting. She spent three months renovating it, transforming the once-worn interior into a warm and inviting reading space.

"Which is just as well. Humans are dreamsingers, fair-to-middling minds, ambitious, greedy..." "Okay...okay..." Cassandra said. "I will go with you but you need to tell me everything about this world of yours and your mistress and your apocalypse." "Our apocalypse," corrected the owl fiercely. "And one more thing," Cassandra added. "Tell me your name. You haven't told me if you have a name or not. Do you have a name?" "Of course I do!" the owl rolled her enormous eyes. "I was so anxious about all the whole finding-the-one business to introduce myself. Well, my name is Owlyn."

I told Baroness Lydia to bring us to the book store, which she immediately shows us the way. Amongst the lined up store on both sides of the street, Baroness Lydia told us to stop in front of a small old store, in the outside there's a signboard displayed on top of the door written "Wizard Books&Spells Emporium". on the left side of the door, there are books on display behind a greenish window. Obviously, this world still doesn't have the technology to create clear glass. As we step inside the small store, I was flabbergasted, mostly because the inside was so much larger than the outside.

She nodded so I immediately looked for an old book store. When I entered there was no one at the counter but someone spoke behind me. "What do you need?" I turned and saw a new face. With his elegance you'd think he's an Alpha or he belongs to high ranking one in the pack. "Do you have a book about wolves and witches?" I immediately asked. He laughed, "we can't sell records about the pack. I know you know that. Ask at the library, Miss." How did he know about my plan? Does it appears on my face?

"Not just any bookstore. This one specializes in supernatural history. I thought we could research your bloodline. Learn more about the Healer Alphas who came before you." It was such a thoughtful gesture that I felt tears prick my eyes. Owen knew I had been feeling disconnected from my heritage. That I wanted to understand where I came from and what it meant to be the last of my bloodline. Inside, the bookstore was cozy and warm. An older woman with kind eyes greeted us from behind the counter. "Welcome to Moonlight Books. Let me know if you need help finding anything." "We are looking for information about the Healer Alpha bloodline," Owen said.

The earth appeared to thank them as they went hand in hand into the starry night, carrying their chats on gentle winds and spreading their message of togetherness and creativity far and wide. During their creative pursuits and lively chats, Lucian and Ravena came into an antique bookstore nestled away on a quiet street. They entered, drawn in by the aroma of ancient pages and the promise of secret stories. They were greeted by the warmth of the intimate atmosphere. Their eyes danced across the spines of many volumes as they scanned the shelves, each one a portal to untold stories and innumerable discussions waiting to be discovered. Eleanor, a cheerful bookshop, approached them with a knowin