The Owl House Oc Romane & Geschichten

"Maybe they were close?" Owl's expression turned into a suspicious one. "Yvonne is hiding something from us." Asty looked at him. "What do you mean?" "Nothing." Owl pretended a laugh and poked the young woman's nose. "What are you doing this early outside?" he changes the topic. "I was just walking around." "Where's Chaol?" "He told me that he was gonna rest." "I see." Asty curiously looked at Owl. "By the way, Mr. Owl, how are you able to withstand the Sun?"

It was the Armitage pack house, and we were home. There wasn’t anyone around, and it was nearly silent: no howling, shouts, alarms going off, or anything, even though the Armitage pack council had to be chewing their own claws off by now, with no word from Matthew or Ian. The only sound was the squawking and hooting of an unusually annoying owl in the cluster of pines to our left. “Ian,” I said quietly, “this is why you need wards. The owl’s the only one who noticed a powerful sorcerer and a master vampire just materialized inside your territory carrying the unconscious pack leader like a sack of potatoes.”

It was like the tortious sound of a deranged man. The owl reminded me of my time in Aunty Matilda's place. The red sofa with cream soft pillows resting on its waist, the solid gold walls and the smell of purple hibiscuses that never seemed to leave my nose for a second. The owl in Aunty Matilda's house was gentle, cool-headed and compassionate. It knew the right time to come in the night and the right time to leave just after midnight. It came to my room in Aunty Matilda's house for a whole month; the first month that I spent in her house in Anambra. I mourned the day I waited for the owl to come sing in my window with its restless noise but it never showed up. The next day, I made a small b

he said. I nodded my head and said, “Ok. Be safe.” “I will,” he told me before walking out of the house. I did as he told me and locked the backdoor behind him. I stood between the living room and the kitchen, watching the area through the windows and listening. I heard the shifting of a wolf and I figured it was Owen letting Jet out to check the area. I stood there and waited to see what would happen. Suddenly, I heard Owen howl loudly close to the house. There was a distant howl that came back, but it was way up north. It must have been on the pack territory. What was going on?

I asked, keeping my eyes on her and nodded slowly, waiting for me to continue. “Well, the truth is…” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I found out that Caleb has another house and it’s not inside the pack lands but somewhere off it. At first, I didn’t even believe it and also, I’m not totally sure if it was him that built it or if it was some kind of hideout, but my men saw him go in there.” Her eyes widened a little and I could tell she had questions to ask. “We followed him and stalked him all the way there. We waited until he left, and when he was gone, we moved in but the moment we got close, we realized that the whole plac was covered with wolfsbane and silver.” I paused, watch

Atticus' POV A gush of wind blew and with it, an invisible wall fell right in front of our eyes revealing a large castle-like house. I turned around to look at my men and see that they all held similar expressions, with their mouths hung open in awe. "You stay here?" I questioned Tony. "Yes, my coven and I stay here." She responded without moving her gaze from the home. "Follow me and be quick. Not all witches like weres." She continued. With that, we all continued following at a quicker pace. Leading us into the house we paced a large group of women standing in what looks to be the living room. "Who are they?" Someone whispered. "They smell like dogs." "Tony probably brought more werewolves

After the door shut behind him and the butterflies let me go, I collapsed back on the couch. "Wow, so," I glanced over at mom who was sideways to my vision. I flip over so she was right side up and I watched her attempt to pick the right words. "Alpha and Omega, Omega to Luna." Like a water faucet she started to cry, I stand and tug her into a hug.

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.

Other wolves were close by, all smiling and a few finishing the food on their plates. His mom began to sing happy birthday, everyone joining in as the twins looked up, focusing on the birthday cake that now sat in front of them. We had all just finished singing happy birthday with everyone crowding around the twins when a familiar screeching voice echoed through the wind, the whole area going silent as we twisted our heads in direction of the noise. I looked up, finding Olie walking through the house and into the backyard. Her fitted red dress finished at the top of her thighs, her assets practically falling out as she walked towards us. Her eyes scanned the area before her line of focus fou

Olivia rolled her blue eyes before hitting Tiz with her pillow, sticking her tongue out at him. I giggled again and snuggled deeper into my sleeping bag, holding my pillow as I waited for Owen to begin the story again. I might be the youngest heir, but I’m not scared of some campfire story. I’m an alpha heir. Being five doesn’t mean I will fear whatever story Aunt Talia made up to scare Owen and Olivia. Besides, it can’t be that scary. Right?