Owl House Comic Novels & Stories

Milla cuts in, pressing her palm to her forehead, “this could go south so fast you’ll be packing your bags by the weekend. Like, changing towns level south.” “He won’t do any of that,” I say, and honestly, I surprise myself with how steady I sound. “He might act all high and mighty every single day like he’s the second coming of Zeus, but he’s not bold enough or strong enough to pull something like that.” I cross my arms, leaning back as if this is something I’ve deeply researched, like I’ve written a thesis titled The Psychological Limitations of Owen Kyle. “With the right motivation, he could,” Star mutters, not even blinking, like she’s seen that alternate universe already.

I said quietly. Colm laughed, "She's funny too." "Elias, could you please get Dirty out of bed?" "My pleasure, Celia." Elias kicked the end of the cot. "Get your ass up and look at Celia." He growled. Dirty rolled over. He looked at me and said, "She's prettier than I remember." "That's Dirty. He's the one that stuck his dick in my mouth. I bit him and ripped part of his dick off. My wolf slashed his chest when we tried to shift."

Stepping forward again, Liam spoke to the dirty mutt in a nonchalant tone. “Listen, we don't know what you want her for, nor do we care, but I'm giving you once more chance. Move along and you will live.” “And what would be behind door number 2?” Jack played back as if this was a game he knew he was going to win. “You piss me off and die?” Liam said before he lunged forward and shifted mid air, making Jack shift to take the impact. The moment Liam shifted, the two wolf brothers dove at the two wolfs next to Jack and Marcus jumped straight at the wolf behind.

Lifting a single eyebrow he asked, “…or don’t you want to know what I found out?” Olive shot up from the floor with an exuberant squeak, settling onto the couch like a child ready for story time. Hael’s eyes slid from my face to Olive’s before returning to mine. There was a clear question on his face, one that took me no time to decipher. “Olive’s staying. She’s my best-friend and if we can trust her with…with y’know, then we can trust her with everything else.” I said, taking a seat next to the she-wolf in question.

He should have convinced her to not come… so far convincing her of anything has been successful… Oliver climbed up the side of the warehouse to get a better view through the window. He looked in, seeing nothing, it was completely empty, no sounds, nothing. Just as he was about to head down and go into the warehouse, at the last second he heard them. Barely dodging as a vampire flew over him. Oliver spun to look at him, it was Augustis, “So you’re the rouge coming to derail our system. Why is a werewolf going against his own kind?”

Those five wolves were still hanging upside down in the trees but I ordered a couple of warriors to take them back to our pack and lock them straight in the dungeon with the other warriors from this pack that weren’t following Tyler’s orders. They took them away immediately, because we didn’t want the problems while we were cleaning up the mess at our new pack. Tyler took me to the packhouse and we looked around the house. It wasn’t anything special and I wasn’t that fussed about it. I definitely hated the decorating scheme and that’s where we came across the Luna. Sitting on the couch crying. Owen walked over and tried to comfort her but she pushed him away, knowing that he betrayed his fat

"Start talking. Everything. From the beginning. How did they capture you? What did they do to you? And how the hell did you get out?" I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over me again. "It's... it's a long story, Uncle Marcus." "I've got time," he said flatly. "And thinking you were either dead or being dissected in some underground lab, I deserve the full story." I took a deep breath, trying to figure out where to even start. "Okay. So… Olivia is a wolf too. From a pack." Uncle Marcus's eyebrows shot up. “Ryan…"

By all means, you should join us Lead the way, Olivia reluctantly chose to follow Frank to his studio down the street as a crow with strange ancient writing cover ring its body flew above them watching their every move. The crow soon rested on a tree branch and from around its body conjured held versus face composed of dark energy The enchantress Omega, Hurst said. Soon we shall see which one of us is the superior familiar

“Go run to that thing you need to get to already.” Yeah, the reason our little picnic got cut short was because Ollie had to meet with his family. Apparently, it was custom that the elders be informed whenever someone from the outside learned about their family secret. And what secret was that, you ask? It was the secret that Oliver King was, and I couldn’t believe I actually believed it, a werewolf. Correction, Ollie was a teen wolf, and not that MTV show version either, but something far more primal and terrifying, but honestly, also pretty cool now that I’ve had time to absorb it.

But Kai ignored him, "You better keep your mouth shut, dumbass! At least, I didn't eat my aunt's dildo like you." "I didn't eat it, tight ass! I merely swallowed it… and threw it out at her feet after turning back normal!" Oliver's voice was edged with embarrassment. But it provided the guys some much needed air of delight and they could look around with deep inquisitiveness. "Scatter around in the city and look for a golden colored wolf." Jake's voice made them stiffen up again. "We know what a Moonfolk wolf looks like, bitch." Jake shook his head in annoyance at Oliver's remark.