Romans & histoires Who Is The One Eyed Owl

Lirien murmurs, eyes distant, “he did.” The word did sits heavy in my chest. Before anyone can say more— A shadow sweeps across the table. Wind rushes through the hall, sharp and sudden, extinguishing several candles at once. Plates rattle. Someone curses. Then something lands on the table between the fruit bowl and Ezra’s coffee. An owl. It’s massive. Bigger than it should be, feathers ink-black and silver, eyes glowing faintly gold. It stares at us, unblinking. Every muscle in my body locks.

However, as soon as the voice of Kim fell, the terrible breath of the man in front of him almost disappeared at the speed visible to the naked eye. "Well, it's fine then!" Everyone looked up in shock! Boss, is that really all right? Oh, my God! Who is this girl? So powerful? On the counter, several young salesgirls hid in the corner and took videos, which were secretly posted online. The name of Ethan Owl, the president of the Owl group, has its own trending, which immediately aroused heated discussion among the whole people. "The man in the video is Ethan Owl?! In my lifetime, I finally can see the true face of Ethan! Did the media not disclose his face on the 80th anniversary of the last t

"Where were you when a snake the size of a carriage tried to eat me?" "Your orders, sire," he replied, rolling his eyes. "You said to stay back." "Next time," I grunt, "ignore my orders." The others exchanged looks but did not argue. "Is that… a bird, sire?" One of them said, noticing the owl in my arms. "No, it's my new royal advisor," I deadpan. "Of course it's a bird. She saved me." "Saved you, sire?" Kelvin laughed. "Did you hit your head on some… COUGH COUGH" he coughed, hitting his chest dramatically after noticing my gaze.

The bird was unconcerned with the darkness around it and instead strove even harder to fly faster. At the end, the owl turned right and entered a room with no one else visible and only darkness. With the commotion of his flapping wings, a pair of enormous and brilliant eyes appeared around every corner as the bird passed. This creature flew until the edge. It abruptly came to a halt towards the end, and whispered to someone that only those who have night visions like them can only be seen. Torches lit up all around as frightened and alarmed eyes appeared out of nowhere. The room turned out to be occupied by owls taller than 9 feet and dressed in white robes. This kind of bird is known as the

Lionel couldn't stop himself from grinning briefly—it appears his patient is rather smarter than expected. For some seconds, Lionel persisted his gaze on Jinx, who's also staring at him intently. “Mr. Armstrong, isn't it natural for humans to heal after recuperation?” He asked tactfully. “Don't give me that fucking bullshit. The human cells aren't that great, y'know? Okay, let's put aside the kidney transplant. What about my eye? It was fucking clawed! How the hell do you explain this?” he bellowed as he pointed his index finger at his left eye. That's all healed up—it's perfectly fine. Before Lionel could respond, their discussion came to a halt as Leo waltzed in.

"Let me see what you brought." As he took the tiny piece of rolled paper tied on its leg, a tiny drop of clear liquid fell on his hand. After he finally took it, he looked up if it was raining and found out that it wasn't. But what could it be? His eyes automatically landed on the owl's eyes. Was it silly for him to think that a bird could cry? Absolutely not. Because he was right. It was Gowl's tear. He even noticed another one forming on the owl's other eye. Was Gowl hurt? He tried checking the bird but he found nothing. Not even a scratch.

“Who do you think you are? You being the last of your kind doesn't mean anything.” “Get out!” The mystery guy yelled and his both of his eye balls glowed of fire....no, they became blames. “None of you morons are worth my time anyway.” Clenk boasted as he walked away, earnestly convincing his little mind that he didn't just have a taste of his own medicine. The guy whose eyes had turned to flames helped us both to out feet, and we thanked him for helping. Yeah, it was weird moment but that was okay, we were in a weird town.

Jun'er gasped. Human-tongue Owl is a very rare species of flying spirit beast because it can learn any form of speech. But it is also extremely hard to find and it barely exposes itself to any other animal. After all, this owl could even sustain on rocks and dirt! Every single aspect of this beast made it rare. "*Hoot* Don't worry, Feng Long is alive." The owl hooted sharply and its voice rose, revealing human speech. The group didn't need to think for a moment who was behind all this.

I was delving deep within my thoughts when a hoot brought me back to reality. A grown up snowy white owl with blazing yellow eyes, perched on the top branch of the tree styled bookshelf, peered at me. I reached out my hand. Fluttering her wings, she flew and sat on my arm. “We have a little guest in our meeting,” King Elysar said. I caressed under her beak, and she gently nibbled on my finger. “Yeah. Don’t worry, she is very loyal. She’ll never speak a word to anyone,” I said, smoothening her white feathers on her head.

The deformed feet had already marked the bird as a servant of the demon. Before he could decide what to do about this new arrival, a brown streak appeared out of nowhere and smashed into the crow. Black feathers exploded outside the window as the bird let out a piercing squawk. Ralin watched as the sharp talons and pointed beak of a brown and white owl tore the crow apart, then dropped the remains to the ground beyond Ralin’s sight. The owl turned and winked one of its wide round eyes at Ralin. Ralin smiled. “Thanks, Jenna.” He had not really needed any help from the witch—no single bird, demon bred or otherwise—was a match for his magic. But it was nice to know they had allies keeping an ey