Novel & Cerita Who Is The One Eyed Owl

Those who do will make an enemy out of the Lamberts! "Do you seriously think Mark can get your cancer treated? Stop being delusional! Mrs. Lambert has already promised me that she'll let your daughter reunite with you in the afterlife once you're dead! "You should thank me, Joanna! If not for me, the Lamberts might have sold your daughter to god knows where a long time ago." I didn't say anything at all. Instead, I tapped on the audio recording button before the phone battery was completely depleted. Huh… I thought Sylvia was pretty smart. It turned out that she was the world's biggest idiot.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

This sent a chill up the spine of the servant girl. Neither the dark glint skirting across the Queen's eyes nor the quivering - even as brief and momentary as it was - escaped from the wise and sharp eyesight of King Easton. The eyesight and accuracy of it... of a Eurasian Eagle-owl Harpy, was on par with that of a Raven or an Eagle. The only difference was that owls could see in the dark and eagles and ravens could not distinguish things at night as accurately. Then there is also the sharp and cutting intelligence of the owls.

Asher hollowing deep in the back of my mind. “AAHHH!! What the fuck is that!?” Hunter almost falls into me as he backs away from the metal guardrail. I turn and see a large barn owl perched on the metal, completely unaffected by our presents. It was so unusual to see an owl this close up and so random. The colors of the feathers were unusual as well. They vaguely looked familiar for some reason. The owl flapped and preened its autumn color feathers as it continued to stare at each one of us. Its large yellow eyes glow against the moonlight. I breathed in and could faintly smell the most perfect scent in my life. The wonderful smell of spiced cider and orange. My heart raced wildly in my ches

He was also interested in killing people who had messed with his colleagues. "You often act without thinking things through, Stupid Owl!" Marcus's face showed shock. It had been a while since he'd heard it. The "Foolish Owl" nickname was inspired by Marcus's dual-colored hair—black and gray, which is often a distinctive feature of the owl's color.

“I may not be the actual king of the earth realm, but I will be. It’s not like they have good kings here anyway.” “Besides, I can easily handle anything they have here with Kerrigan’s help.” He added. I looked around. It was only the five of us in the cave. Of course, it would be six if the bear was also counted. And I already knew everyone’s name. There was definitely no Kerrigan here. Oisin gave a high-pitched whistle. Then a bird called from the skies outside. There was a burst of air and a huge eagle swooped into the cave. It proceeded to land on Oisin’s shoulder.