Owl House Comic の小説・ストーリー

Zayle was already going to be pissed. “What the hell does that…?” There was a pause. “THE ACTUAL FUCK?” I felt a hand on my cheek and I opened my eye. My other one seemed to get the most of the hot liquid and hurt to open. Oliver was looking at me, his face a mixture of rage and worry. “This stupid rogue Omega thought he could talk back to us.” Frankie laughed. “He can crawl back out of the hole he came out of.” “You stupid, stupid pup.” Oliver’s wolf came forward and I grabbed his shoulder to stop him from getting up.

So I pounced on one of them while the other one jumped on my back. After knocking the one underneath me unconscious, I dropped down and rolled on my back, crushing the other warrior. Olivia rushed to the controls and opened the gates when howls were heard from the mansion. We turned around to see a large black wolf come running in our direction, its brown eyes blazing with fury. Alessandro. When the gate had opened enough for us to slip through, Olivia pulled the lever to start closing it again. But the gate kept opening. “It doesn’t work.” She groaned. “It’s too slow.”

What about Olivia? ***

Woah! The men stood up and eyed the black wolf warily while he focused on the brown wolf. Then he let out a snarl and jumped on the brown wolf before tearing off his throat, spraying blood all over the alley. Olivia gulped down the bile that rose in her throat and forced herself not to vomit. She wanted to stay unnoticed and let the men fight their way.

A sob comes out of my throat and I can’t help but wonder if they can hear me or if they even care, there is no way I am going back down there to fave them all again, I don’t care what punishment is headed my way I refuse to be down there to entertain them. I cannot believe that’s Lucien Darkwood, he is the most hated and loathed wolf around and his reputation is one to make your blood run cold. Lucien Darkwood is every young woman’s nightmare he is a sick fuck who gets off on humiliating and then torturing the people he sleeps with and then pays them off to keep their mouth shut.

I wasn’t looking at him directly, but I was watching him through my peripheral vision. “Once upon a time, in a peaceful village nestled between rolling hills, there was a little owl named Oliver.” I took a short pause to kiss Elon on top of his head. “Oliver wasn’t like the other owls. While most of them preferred to sleep during the day and fly at night, Oliver loved the quiet, magical time just before the moon rose.” Elon looked at the pictures as I read the story. I bet he was reading it with his eyes, too, so I didn’t flip the page right away.

Actually, I didn't want to see her off. Looking at Hannah's back, I quickly called Marsh. As soon as I walked outside, Marsh answered the phone. "What's the matter?" "Do you remember the comic artist Leigh we talked about at noon? Did you watch her comics? You know what? That creator is definitely Olivia. The male protagonist is almost drawn according to you!" I had actually forgotten about the comic. It suddenly became popular two years ago, and my cousin asked me to get a signature. I was nagged a lot, so I took a few glances. The plot is actually very daily, but the drawing style is very good. The male and female protagonists haven't made it clear whether they are together or not.

CHAPTER 3 13 months ago Oswald scanned the narrow street carefully, making sure to see no one had been on his tail. He pulled the cloak closer to himself as he trotted down an alleyway lined with algae. He watched children play with 'snowballs' and wrestle themselves in their wolf form. He watched a woman tendering to the apple tree just outside her house. He was yanked off the alleyway almost immediately, and he found himself inside a dark room, and his supposed captor closing the door quickly.

The white wolf watched his mate with pride as she explained to her cousins. The wolves continued to howl until the flames had died down and the last embers were burned out. Carr took Lee's hand, sent his thanks to his pack, and then left with the bereaved families to talk further. As they walked away the owl took flight, calling to his mate in a low-pitched but loud ho-ho-hoo hoo hoo. Carr looked up and smiled at the ghostly apparition as he winged his way across the sky. A good omen.

"Can we just ride in the carriage too? This is making me exhausted!" Owl caught the twig and threw it again at her. The twig tangled against Yvonne's hair. "Do you want to be skewered? Quit whining and just keep on moving." "Ugh." Yvonne lowered her speed. "This is why I hate working with you guys. We don't even get paid!" Owl ignored her and focused ahead on the trail. Suddenly he catches a bright, glowing, and disfigured creature blocking the trail ahead. "Target spotted." Owl casually informed.