Owl House Comic の小説・ストーリー

The little black cat curled up in her lap as usual. "Tonight we find out the real skinny on this, kitty," she murmured as she opened the heavy book to the page she had marked. "I don't even know what I'm looking for any more but I hope I find it soon." She opened the book to the place she'd marked, two pages of hand-drawn sketches. One of the drawings especially caught her eye. The face of the wolf looked almost human and she had the bizarre feeling the animal was staring out at her from the page.

Ollie really had no other word to describe Werewolves but edgy. It was nothing like what a teenager's room should have looked like but yet once again, Ollie had been stunned into silence. Lilac had been nonchalant while introducing her to the grotesque place she called a room. There were variously sized animal bones then clawed out eyeballs in jars, and even a human finger that held a ring on it laying in a glass case like it was a precious gem.

Conrad says. Nodding, I dart to the closet to retrieve a broom and a dustpan. “Honestly, I’m not the least bit surprised that Ollie turned out to be wolfless,” Hugh says. “She’s already proven herself to have a failing of character. It makes sense for her to be a failure of a werewolf too.” The words sting, but I try not to let it show as I return to the broken glass and begin sweeping it into the dustpan. I nick myself on a shard of glass, but no one seems to notice so I just keep going.

“Man those were crazy times. I remember when you took that one chick you were dating, Ember-“ All of sudden my wolf picked up on movement to my right and a familiar scent hint hit my nose before someone small jumps on me. “Liv! I can’t believe it’s you!” I hug her and pick up a scent off of her shirt but before I can indulge in it she backs away and hits Owen on the shoulder. “Hey Owen! That’s such a great story! I’ll make sure to tell mom and dad the next time I see them.” Olivia busts his balls and all Owen can do is open his mouth like a fish while he tries to think of a way to backpedal while everyone else laughs.

While lost in her deep thought Kim still feels there's a movement outside the manor. Ace came into the living room with several bodyguards, "Miss Swann, please come visit the old man." Imperial hospital. In the VVIP ward on the top floor of the inpatient department, William Owl is in a rage, "All of them are a bunch of useless waste! For so many days, none of you found Kim under your nose!" The old man is worthy of being the last leader of the Owl family and has a strong deterrent power. All bodyguards knelt on the ground. Ace is also under pressure, escorting Kim into the door.

"Little jerk." I walked from Kord's magical landscape back into my body. The huge owl was waiting for me on the couch. "We have a problem," Oliver said from behind Kord.

“Anyway, the urge has been growing greater and greater, and my wolf wants to paw at him. What if she's right? What if the moon goddess meant it and he is my mate? I've not met his wolf, but I can hear him calling at mine, and when our skin touches, I feel like I'm exploding. He does all these little things that make me want to claim him as mine even though I'm an Omega. Like yesterday when I had my regular nightmare, he stayed through the night and let me hold his hand. You should have seen it, so pale. I probably squeezed the circulation out of it Char.” Charity turned to her, eyes widened like a puppy's. “Oh, that is the most adorable thing ever! He likes you too, and he's doing a terrible

With that, he sprinted towards the forest, effortlessly leaping over the tall fence. After an hour of relentless running, they finally halted, their howls echoing under the luminous full moon. Oliver's senses heightened as he detected faint rustling behind him. He swiftly pivoted, his gaze fixated on the four lurking wolves. "Rogues!" he snarled, his voice filled with anger. Three of the wolves cowered, recognizing the authority in Oliver's voice. Fear flickered in their eyes, causing them to shrink back the last wolf stood it ground, its eyes gleaming with defiance

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

“Want to share one?” “I never turn down sweets.” He grabs a plate and two forks and goes onto the screened-in porch. “You seem to like it out here.” “I do.” I flick on the overhead fan, feeling the heat of the day hit us as soon as we step out. “And Tulip does too.” Owen smirks. “I have a really good crazy cat lady joke right now.” “No pussy jokes anymore?” He laughs. “I can always come up with one.” “I’m sure you can come up with one.”