Scholarly Owl Novels & Stories

Tang Xiao forced and smile, grabbed Tang Hao by the back of his neck, and pulled him away. "Didn't you see that owl? I specifically took you there to see that owl!" Tang Xiao hissed. "Owl? That parrot is a shame to all owls! Owls are majestic!" Tang Hao looked away. "That's the rarest species of owl— Human-tongue Owl— that can achieve human speech before even reaching 100-year-old of cultivation, much less the legendary 100000! Bastard! We snuck into grandpa's scripture room together and got our asses bled! Didn't you learn anything there? That bird was in Grandpa's journal!"

I grunt, dragging myself toward it. And that's when I see it… an owl. A small, black and white owl, laying motionless near the serpent's carcass. Her feathers are ruffled, and she's breathing shallowly, like she had just run a thousand miles on her little wings. I remember seeing her before I lost consciousness except that it now looks like she's been through hell. Wait… don't tell me she killed… it? Wow! "Well," I murmur, staring at her. "You look worse than I do."

Her glowing yellow eyes blazed into Gera’s Gera was only a snowy owl because it fit her natural appearance best; most owl shifters were barn owls, brown-haired and black-eyed. She was the only one of her kind as far she knew. As the two women stared into each other's eyes she felt the nagging sensation of someone trying to get into her head to speak to her. She opened the connection, too curious to refuse. "It is so nice to see you back to your old self, daughter."

“Whatever’s gone on between the witches and werewolves of New York is none of my fucking business. What’s important now is how to stop The Owl.” “Let’s say we believe you,” I said. “What the hell is The Owl?” “Not what,” she said. “Who.” “The Owl is a person?” I asked. “Yeah. A warlock. A very, very powerful warlock.” “And how do you know all this?” Nathan asked. “Because…” she said, looking away, “I got the vision of everything.” Her voice trembled, and I heard the fear in it. I didn’t want to buy into whatever she was saying, but deep down, I already believed her. She was telling the truth.

Its large round eyes, rimmed with black were fixed on me. The owl drew closer to me as I wanted to pick up the bucket and rush inside, its appearance became more apparent at the closeness. Its feathers were soft and fluffy. The beak was hooked and menacing, capable of tearing flesh with ease, its pupils dilated and contracted, as it stared at me. Despite its predatory nature, the owl exuded a sense of calm and wisdom. Its regal posture and serene expression suggested an ancient creature that had seen many things in its lifetime. The white owl seemed almost otherworldly as if it belonged to a world beyond human comprehension.

It was just James. She turned her back. She saw a seat nearby, hiding under a small circular desk. She walked towards it. Lily pulled the seat out and sat on it. She saw the other scholars sitting on the chairs as similar as hers. The desks were in a circular pattern which make them face each other. In the middle was a hole, a space that James can stand on and discuss whatever should we study. She watched James walk to the hole. He stood there with confidence, like what leaders need. With him was a textbook between his right armpit. He hacked while his two hands rested next to his legs.

Compared with her shock, Ethan seems very calm, "Oh, is it him? He and his grandfather are close friends. Half a month later, the company invited many people to celebrate the 80th anniversary of the Owl Group, and he was also invited." "The 80th anniversary?" Kim remembers that it is true that the Owl Group was founded 80 years ago by the Donald family of Chicago. Later, the Owl ancestors became one native of an aristocracy and were demoted because of being calculated by others. The Owls had a 20-year history of humiliation and were discriminated against and ridiculed by people around them.

"Hold up, I'll stop you there uncle, I'm sorry. Ehm, you called her owl-something and akwshinis, did I get that right?" "No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chos

I bit my lower lip as each student announced what kind of shifter they were. I was amazed by the different varieties. There were leopards, lions, tigers, hawks, cats, and then of course wolves and bears. When she reached Penny, she proudly stated that she was an owl. She was the only owl in the class, so she received a few gasps of admiration and she beamed happily. Then Professor Santina’s eyes flashed to me and I felt the color draining from my features. “I… uh….” I stammered. Professor Santina narrowed her eyes.