Abomination The Owl House の小説・ストーリー

Soon after, she left the house and was in deep thoughts. Suddenly, a black maybach stopped in my front putting it thoughts to an abrupt end. The tinted windows were rolled and I saw a man in his middle age, he was a specimen that I could testify to, I could still smell his buff arms. What was wrong with me, why was I ogling a man older than me with at least twenty years.

Its metallic claws elongated with a series of sharp clicks, the purple light in its eyes flaring with murderous intent. "No! Wait! Please!" Somad screamed, scrambling backward on his hands and feet as the creature loomed over him. "I know all of their plans! I know where the pack treasures are hidden! Lihont, please! I’ll be your slave! Anything!" The creature didn't stop. It raised its arm, the long blades casting a shadow over Somad’s tear-streaked face. The last thing Somad saw was the cold, unfeeling glow of the Abomination’s eyes as the claws began moving downwards.

Her heart sank, like a burst of needle prick cause such an ache. Because she remembered that she had done a very vicious thing in her previous life to revenge on Ethan. At that time, she lost her second child, and her spirit was about to collapse. In the name of taking care of her, Jane lived in the manor of Owl and inadvertently discovered his secret. She said to Kim, "If you want to escape, the only way is to take advantage of the weakness Mr.Owl. He has a dark phobia. If you can successfully cheat him into a closed and completely black place, once

"Hold up, I'll stop you there uncle, I'm sorry. Ehm, you called her owl-something and akwshinis, did I get that right?" "No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chos

He sat down and put his hands over his headphones. Damian stood up. He drew his gun. I drew mine. We walked into the circle. "Alpha Sinclair," The Crow said. His voice was smooth, melodic. It didn't sound like a villain's voice. It sounded like a priest's. "And the Mother. You have finally arrived." "Step away from the altar," Damian ordered, leveling his weapon at The Crow’s chest. "We are here for the cure. Not a fight." "There is no cure for what he is," The Crow said sadly. "Only a release." He gestured to the altar. It was carved with runnels for blood. "The boy is an Abomination, Damian. He is a breach in the natural order. The Prime blood was meant to die out for a reason. It is too v

was gone, replaced by the possessive monster. He turned his head slowly toward Sloane. His eyes were amber, the wolf right at the surface. "Apologize," Abram said. Sloane’s smile died. "What? Abram, she’s an Omega. She’s—" "I said apologize to her," Abram roared. He slammed his hand down on the mahogany desk, the sound echoing like a grenade. "Now. Or you can leave the building in a body bag. I don't care if we share blood."

It was an abomination. “Father, stop calling us an abomination. We are too old for that bullshit.” My firstborn whimpered when I came in her house for a visit. Her house is also one of a kind, no wolf can pick up a scent there. She had learned the magic of enchantments and was a natural. Her house was my safe haven. No one can enter there except unless invited by anyone who lives there. “Yeah,grandpa. I am not an abomination either.” My other granddaughter protested too. “But this cousin of mine, Max, right? From uncle Clay, is she special too?”

Luna observed that beautiful white owl who was there simply observing, and could not believe the words and look of her husband, who was observing it as if of an enemy for life it will be, so she decided to deny immediately "Of course not... let it stay with us, even tho I think it's hurt, could you call someone to heal it...?" great, now apparently he would have to endure a being that seemed certainly disturbing in his eyes, those birds were not well seen in their lands as they were the messengers and allies of the Ivernor witches, in addition to the fact that one of her had attacked him when he was just a child, the only difference was that she spoke, he did not think she was the

It was probably nothing, he thought **. Adams led Ichabod to a small house close to the market’s street. They had parked Simon’s car somewhere close, so they had to trek. It was already getting dark and only few houses around had electricity. Ichabod followed, wondering whom they were about to meet. Was she a sort of witch or a demon? He couldn’t say, yet his curiosity got the better part of him. As they got to the balcony of the house, Adams pushed the door opened and they were enveloped by the blackness of the interior. Ichabod could perceive the scent of dried herbs mixed with chemicals.

“Burn them. They’re nothing but a headache. I warned them not to come here, but they never listen.” Selena’s nostrils flared, her lip curling with disgust. “Fucking hate wolves,” she muttered, her voice raw. “Always dragging their messes to my doorstep.” With a snap of her fingers, the shimmer rose again, her house vanishing in a swirl of light. Abriel turned back to us, a cruel smile twisting his sweet face. “Very well,” he said coldly. “Now let the fun begins.” Before any of us could react, he bolted. His little legs moved with the speed of something far older, far darker than a child.