Romans & histoires Sacred Owl

Luna observed that beautiful white owl who was there simply observing, and could not believe the words and look of her husband, who was observing it as if of an enemy for life it will be, so she decided to deny immediately "Of course not... let it stay with us, even tho I think it's hurt, could you call someone to heal it...?" great, now apparently he would have to endure a being that seemed certainly disturbing in his eyes, those birds were not well seen in their lands as they were the messengers and allies of the Ivernor witches, in addition to the fact that one of her had attacked him when he was just a child, the only difference was that she spoke, he did not think she was the

Remmy's POV "And you're sure what you're saying is accurate? Because if you're in any way mistaken—" "I know what I heard, Sarathiel!" My eldest sister, still swaddled in the light of her Grace and tethered to the Host, frowned at my gruffness. As an Archangel, Sarathiel's wings were that of a bird of prey, specifically, that of the Eurasian eagle-owl, dressed in bold russet stripes like layers in sandstone. She kept them pressed close to her shoulders, disguising them as a fantastical shawl around her wide shoulders. Her dreadlocks swayed in the wintery breeze, and she tucked an errant lock behind a pierced ear.

He landed and shook his feathers until he had settled himself. Carr had seen the owl and smiled. Some American Indian tribes considered the owl to be a spirit helper that allowed humans to contact the dead. He felt it was a good omen the owl had come here when he did. He looked at the feather tufts that the gave the Great Horned Owl it's name. He sent his thoughts to the owl. "Thank you my friend for joining us."

I urged, my eyes wide with fascination, "I want to know about these rituals, these ancient gatherings that connect them to their primal roots." He took a moment as if reliving the memories of these sacred events. "One of the most significant rituals is the Moonhowl," he began his voice a steady, melodious cadence, "a celebration that takes place under the radiant glow of the full moon. It's a time when the entire pack comes together, lifting their voices in a chorus of howls that echo through the forest. It's a powerful affirmation of their unity, an acknowledgment of their bond with each other and with the moon, a symbol of their wildness."

They were level five Martial Emperors! Darryl was incredibly amazed at that moment. The Holy Saint Sect had 10,000 years of history, and everywhere was filled with unexpected hidden talent; even its enchanted beasts were so powerful. At that moment, Donna smiled lightly as she looked at the two big eagles circling in the sky not far away and said, “Junior Brother, aren’t you surprised?! They look like big eagles, but in fact, they are very rare enchanted beasts, called Silver Wing Eagles. The top of the mountain was their den. It was said that they had stayed there for over a thousand years!”

Unknowingly my hand rubbed the head of the statue that had been destroyed in half. An unexpected event happened. Suddenly the owl's eyes emitted light blue color. A small vortex of wind was created around the altar and then enveloped the statue in a short time. Slowly but surely, the stone statue reconstructed itself, starting from the wings, body, and head. In the next blink of an eye, the owl statue in front of me returned intact. Something was slightly different. Initially, this statue folded its wings. Now, he opened all his broad and dashing wings.

After a few seconds it appeared and immediately got lost in the ring. "What's going on? Why didn't the star show or tell me anything?" I wondered before I heard someone touching me on my shoulder. "Mother. You are here?"I breathed with relief since I had guessed that something else touched me. "Artie, you need to be extra careful. Some things would seem like the truth yet they aren't what they seem to be."she said. "What do you mean by that mother?" "That's not an ordinary owl. It's a two in one creature, I mean it's partly an owl and a half snake but it's up to it whether it wants to be a complete snake or an owl for a time being."she explained.

"But it's definitely not the temple." A soft hoot echoed through the trees, and a majestic owl perched on a nearby branch, its amber eyes studying us intently. "Visitors from the Star Realm," it cooed, its voice melodious and ancient. "Why have you ventured to the Forest of Memories?" Seraphina, always graceful in the face of the unknown, responded, "We seek a way back to our world, wise creature. Can you help us?" The owl ruffled its feathers and tilted its head. "Perhaps. But first, you must traverse the forest. Each tree here holds memories of souls long gone. Find the tree that resonates with your souls, and it might show you the path."

How I wish to be there with you to celebrate this precious day with you, but we don’t always get what we want, so I decided to give something special on your 18th birthday, since it was a special day for both werewolf and human, because we turn 18 for once right. Anyway, I am gifting this owl as your 18th birthday gift. It’s not an ordinary owl, it was a very special and magical owl who can talk in human language and can also understand it. One of my witch friends has given me a thank-you gift for saving his life from a vampire. So take good care of it.

"And besides that is the cloak of night. We are also a cloak of secrecy as we shield every vulnerability and weakness from the enemy." The man stopped. "We are the protectors of all supernatural creatures, you know that, but it is written in stone and in the stars that you were born to protect those wolves." "Many people don't believe this, but Raven is also the guardian of the night. Yes, the owl is wise. But, Raven is smarter." He continued. "You know that we're not just any ordinary Donne, Sally, I've told you that time and time again," He sighed. "We have an oath to keep, people to protect, and a secret that will never be revealed to the public."