Owl House Comic Novels & Stories

The look of absolute superiority that Willow gave her made her look at the ground abashed. "Aria..." Willow exclaimed, it was obvious she wasn't expecting to find her in the bathroom but she was definitely going to take advantage of it to say something. Aria frowned at her, not aware she even knew her name. Small town though she supposed. "I know all about you and Dean. Can I have a word?" She looked at Lizzy and Katie. "Alone." "Ah, sure...I guess." Lizzy and Katie left reluctantly with Imogen and Willow looked Aria up and down. "You're an Omega wolf?"

“What does this have to do with me? How does it relate to that nightmare?” Dark sister looked deep into Frankie's eyes and frowned. “Because Oliver is a host to two wolves, and he has chosen to feed the escapee. Deek, Oliver's assigned wolf, was good and pure. A truly inspiring Alpha wolf, but he is now weak and dying off. It will be only a matter of time before the escapee takes over completely.

“Go straight for her hockey puck and hit her she-wolf right out of play!” “Which wolf is winning the hockey game right now?” Marcus Hale asks our faces as his feet walk up to the watch party with his wife Elira Moss. “Who cares about the game?” Virelle Knox says, and her eyes go straight to the tiny bundle sitting in Elira’s arms. “There is a new little pup in this territory, and my mind cannot even remember what text our tongues were just speaking about.” “His name is Oliver,” Elira says with a huge, proud smile on her face.

OLIVER'S POV We had finally arrived Uncle Luca's mansion and we drove in, as I greeted Flavio, the gatekeeper. I and my Men entered the sitting room and looked around, but didn't see anyone. Then, I heard Voices from the dinning room. Bingo On walking to the dinning room, I heard Lois' voice. I was so happy within, she was conscious already. I halted my steps and listened to her conversation with Uncle Luca. "I can't fall in love....I have been through a lot Lois, and I can't drag any innocent woman into my mess." He said to Lois.

"I will start by introducing myself, I'm Oswald of Black Fur Pack and you are?" "None of your business!" Odessa hissed but Oswald stepped forward and grabbed the she-wolf by the arm, yanking her toward him, their eyes instantly locking and he smirked. "A bit too feisty, aren't you," he grinned. "Fuck you!" Odessa spat, flinging her fist against his face and he instantly let go of her arm. Odessa turned to Gwen, grabbed her, and began pulling her along to escape but found two bulky men in their path.

I scrambled toward him, my hands covered in the mud and dry leaves. I reached out, trying to find a pulse or catch his scent, but he was unresponsive. His eyes were closed, and blood was pooling under his head. He was completely out cold, his breathing shallow and ragged. The sight of them lying on the ground did something to me. Olivia, still in that monstrous wolf form, began to laugh again. It was a sick, distorted sound. “What are you going to do about it, Aria? Look at them. They’re nothing!”

This room barely had any fresh air. He had to finish his business here as soon as possible. With quick steps and movements he began to dismantle the large cupboard in the room. The cupboard was filled with old books, most of them looking like journals. Hugo pulled out some of the journals and placed them on the table. The man flipped through the journal, looking for notes that mentioned the words “wolvire”, “red moon” and “Kliwon Friday”.

"The full truth." From inside his jacket, Owen pulled a worn leather book. Its pages yellowed with age, its binding cracked and failing. "This belongs to our family," he explained. "Passed down through generations. It tells of a time when wolves were divided—some following the path of the Moon Goddess, others turning to darker powers." He opened the book to a marked page. On it was a drawing that made Elias's blood run cold—a black wolf with tendrils of shadow stretching from its body, consuming everything in its path.

He was lost in his thoughts when he heard the voice of the old man in his head, "Iron bath, that is the receptacle. What are you waiting for? She might look beautiful and all but never underestimate the amount of evil that lives inside her. Destroy her now, that is your duty as the Iron Werewolf- the fang of the Oracle. Perform your duty!" Maybe it was the girl's beauty or the dilemma of choosing whether to perform his duty by destroying her or follow his instincts and kidnap her to be his mate, but he was distracted enough to miss the trap in front of him.

I hooted angrily. The owl screeched, diving at me with its talons extended. I flapped my wings wildly, trying to take a run. Instead of flying, I tumbled off the branch, falling face first into a bush. "System" I yelped, muffled by the leaves. "Do something." New skill unlocked; emergency hoot— stuns nearby owl for three seconds. "Emergency what now?" My rival landed on the bush, glaring down at me like I had stolen her man. My feathers prickled? Wait, what if the original owl soul really did steal someone's man? Great, now I'm paying for bird drama that isn't even mine.