Owl House Comics Novels & Stories

Wolves shifted and headed out without hesitation, pulling out keys, weapons. I watched them go and felt something cold coil beneath my ribs. They came back empty. One by one, then in pairs. Each return stripped another layer of hope from the room. No snapped branches. No blood. No disturbed earth. No lingering scent to follow. Not even a smear of panic or fear. Nothing. Lucas finally turned to me, jaw tight. “Owen’s route took him north,” he said. “Toward the old Moonstone border.” That alone was enough.

the man who had carried me answered, “He froze when she screamed. Looked completely lost.” I opened my eyes fully, and the first thing I saw was the steering wheel. I was in the backseat, a coat over my shoulder, and two men riding at the front. “She's an omega.” Said the one behind the steering, “Boss let an omega mark him. All of his grieving widow's behavior after the claim was for an omega.” “Like a wife whose husband went to war, I tell you.” The other snorted, “From when he showed up, the former Boss, goddess bless his soul, knew he was deranged. I see it now.”

I rustled through my desk drawers next to my bed, found my sketchbook and pencils, and sat down in my office chair. “Let me call you back, “I said to David. “Take your time,” he said with another big yawn before letting me go. I set down my phone and I began my drawing of the wolfen goddess I’d been with, looking over her shoulder at me like she had the night before when I’d taken her from behind.

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”

Luna left the room and Tyler continued to show me how everything works so I could navigate my way around. "There are some dirty entries in there." Tyler snickered, glancing over at the large, old book in front of me. "What!" I looked up at him. "Like what?" "Flip to page 157." I quickly did, dying of curiosity. As soon as the book was laid open, my hands flew to my mouth and I gasped. "Holy Artemis, it's an illustration of two wolves doing it." I burst out laughing. "Why is that in a medical book?" Then I looked up at him. "Oh my Goddess, and you memorized the page number!"

When I first saw the pile of comics, I thought for a minute that Jackson had found another way of reaching me and terrorizing me but these gifts were from Valens and were delivered by his Beta. ‘Roses and Wolves was a fairly popular comic about an Alpha who chose a mate against his parents’ wishes and the mate turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to him and they went on to do great things together such as fighting rogues and corrupt Alphas. It was a superhero comic being serialized for the past fifteen years.

My eyes widened in disbelief as my mouth dropped open, "hellhounds!? Like the ones that were created by Hades? God of the Underworld?" Axil nodded gravely, his eyes flashing with pain briefly before he willed it away. I've read this in an old history book when I was about nine years old, I think. Wolves were basically the living version of a hellhound. When a wolf dies, their soul is sent to the underworld. Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds.

An hour later, Olivia walked into Moss’ office. She could see that the atmosphere was really tense. Apart from Hansel there were three other agents in presence. Olivia immediately recognized the two agents sitting opposite to Moss. One of them was agent Kai sparrow, a 16-year-old Native American warlock. He was a tall guy with dark hair and piercing hazel eyes. Although he was notorious for his arrogance, Olivia felt that he was very capable. The other one was Skin Walker. He was a shapeshifter and Olivia didn’t know much about him. He was around 17. He had the appearance of a typical rebel at high school. She didn’t however recognize the women sitting on the right. She was petite and had lo

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

Howl! Tyr didn’t expect to hear such a painful howl in a long time, not even with the wolves in Moon Stone during their first turns. But just like what Zane told him, his wolf looked almost exactly like him with just some dark shade of dark red coat on its back, and a slightly pale nose. Growl!