Owen Skywalker Novels & Stories

For the first time, he broke that smirk playing on his lips to speak. "Lucas, I am Lycan Knight, second in line after Lycan King Gian! If I can host parties for celebrating the biggest of biggest acquisitions then holding a Mate Matching Ceremony is a piece of cake!" Owen said nonchalantly. Owen had never done something like this before. He had never boasted about his position in front of Lucas who held no rank in the Red River Clan. Lucas was drawing in and out long, audible breaths, his temper was slowly climbing up to reach the sky.

His hands flew up to brace himself and I twisted one arm behind his back and pressed my knife along the side of his throat. “Morning. You want to tell me why you’re following me?” I asked. He froze for a minute and that’s when I realized that I knew him. Not well but well enough. His name is Owen. One of Kyle’s youngest warriors. He was too eager, too nervous and too easy to send where he shouldn’t be. “Saphire.” He said. “That’s my name. Try answering the question.” I said. “I wasn’t following you.” he said. So I pressed the blade closer and a thin line of blood appeared under the edge.

' 'Uhm,' I grunted him a reply. 'My name is Owen Stanley, leader of Team A. My team and I created a drone for children. Why? Children buy more toys and fun object than adults…' The door opened with a bang. I exhaled through my mouth, rolling my lazy eyes towards it to glare at the insolent person who dared walk in during a meeting.

asks Derek. “Yes, I can teleport us to his location.” “Alright, Mark gather the warriors that are coming. I’ve already asked Gabriel to stay with my mother and the twins.” “I’m coming with you.” We notice Owen and we are all shocked. This is the most he has said to anyone and we didn’t even realize he was back. He looks like shit. He hasn’t shaved and it smells like he hasn’t showered in forever. “Owen, don’t you want to see Braydon? He hasn’t seen you in forever,” says Davina.

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?”

He slowly moved away from me while clutching his hand. "I don't have all day, Owen," I said to him, eager to find that piece of sh*t. "I don't know where he is," he said, still clutching his hand. I was speechless, wondering what kind of shady deal Owen made with his gamma to have kept silent all this while. Remembering what he said got me pissed off, and I made to grab Owen again. "Please, please, I don't know much about him; he just showed up here on the day my men were contesting for the Gamma position, and he killed every single competitor in a matter of minutes. We were impressed by his fighting abilities, and we made him the new Gamma."

Looking back it was probably just a petty rebellion against the fact that he would never be anything more than the public facing placeholder alpha. And for good reason. When Lucas lifted his head from the mud puddle he'd landed in, he looked sour-faced, furious, glaring back at Theodore as he burst into laughter with the man sitting beside him. Then, he glared at me. Owen looked like he'd eaten a lemon from the way he glared at Theodore as well, though at least his face wasn't covered in mud.

Keyleth stayed a seat after father’s, occupying the farthest chair, and leaving the one closest to me. Fucking great. “Oliver,” Father's voice carried a tone of authority. Deep and commanding. His arms extended to the wolven beside him, “ Meet Reuel Jalara. The Alpha of the Skylarron pack.” My gaze flew to the red haired wolven seated beside him. He too, carried an atmosphere of authority. His ember eyes locked on mine and I noticed his jaw tighten as he looked me over. A slight nod of his head in my direction, that he acknowledged my strength and my physical features, was the only thing he gave away. “You are a fine young man, Oliver.” Alpha Reuel stretched his hands, offering a hand shake.

“Same course, same level. I'm not even mincing words “ . Owen responded, keenly staring at the man who was nothing but just a fellow member to his late father. His name is Sir Donald, a close friend to the late Sir Barrett who happened to be Don Juan’s underboss and Sir Stewart's best friend. The man was notable around the border of Oregon, although not clearly known as a Mafia member. Upon finding out that Ray is the son of Draco, the heir of the City Council , the spirit of revenge purged through Owen . Draco killed his father, making him a lonely orphan with no friends. Not even a girlfriend! He had changed a lot since his dad died , his mother died when he was just five.

“It doesn’t bother us honestly. She is my fiancé. Soon, she will be part of the Hall family very soon, that’s it.” “You aren’t that bad. I must say you are better than most of my family members.” He smiled. “I’m glad Lyra will hold your hand for walking together in the future. She can’t get anyone better than you.” This was out of the blue, but I liked his honesty. Unlike other McCoy, Owen talked with logic and facts, which I liked excessively. He was a man of wisdom and great understanding, different from his older brother, who was only fascinated with fists and violence. That man didn’t know how to use his mouth for talking, but was an expert at swinging his hand on other people’s faces pe