Sacred Owl Novels & Stories

She caught Mariselle’s eye across the courtyard and gave the smallest nod. Mariselle, bless her devious heart, understood immediately. She reached for the perch where Tyllu had been secured and released the clasp that held him. The great owl launched himself into the air above the courtyard, his bronze feathers catching the afternoon light like burnished metal. He circled wide over the crowd then swooped low over their upturned faces. The effect was immediate. Children pointed and shouted, reaching upward as though they might touch the magnificent creature. Adults cried out in appreciation. The formal ceremony dissolved into delighted chaos.

The congregation remained blissfully unaware. But I wasn’t. He knew that I knew. And now he was drawing the boundary publicly. “A priest,” he continued calmly, “does not belong to himself. His life is not his own. His heart is not his own. He has given it.” A soft murmur of reverence moved through the pews. I felt something twist painfully in my chest. Given. “As have many of you,” he added, widening the net to keep the congregation unaware. “Marriage. Parenthood. Service. Every sacred calling requires sacrifice.”

drawled the owl. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dondus, the wise, the great grey owl of the marshlands, Grandmother Alma's Familiar, an owl of the Fanged Forest and of the Forest of Faded Dreams and-" "Thank you, Dondus," said Alma abruptly. "Dondus is my Familiar," said Grandmother Alma simply, "a gifted magical creature who helps me with my enchantments." "Aha!" yelled Titan, making everyone, including Dondus, jump.

she asked, following her father down the hallway. "Of course. Everyone is waiting in the Sacred Circle." The Sacred Circle was a clearing in the heart of the forest, surrounded by ancient oak trees that seemed to touch the stars. As Serena and her father approached, she saw hundreds of wolves gathered in concentric rings around a stone altar in the center. Torches burned brightly, casting dancing shadows across eager faces.

The owl had the magnificent gray feather and it rested on his shoulders as though it was trained to do so. Looking at it, the master whispered, ‘Tell everyone that from now on Isaac Norman has to be found and captured. He is a danger to both humans and sorcerers. If any one of you find him, immediately report and I would come to handle him myself.’ The owl looked at him with its wide golden eyes sand tilted his head as though signaling that he had remembered each and every words that the Master had uttered. It then began to flutter its wings and soar across the dark sky.

Also, the winds are their own spiraling energies that will increase power, as well as act as a ward. Our circle is cast, “In the coils of Leviathan, our circle is now sealed.” I draw my athame made of a dragon bone and a Dragon Blade. North, South, East, and finally to the West, closing the circle so that none but the one summoned can enter. Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee!