Amelia Owl House Novels & Stories

Olivia said as she handed over the pills. Amelia smiled, trusting them completely. She took the maintenance drug without hesitation. She had a strange illness that weakened her body—a condition that prevented her from using her full Lycan potential. Her wolf still hadn’t awakened, which was why she remained ranked as an omega, unlike her father who was a gamma and once a beta. “I’ll go find Lucas. I want to tell him in person,” Amelia said cheerfully, waving as she left. “Be careful, okay? Be back before dinner,” Solana reminded.

This empire. The underworld. I ran my thumb over the Abraha insignia. A golden emblazoned crow in mid-flight and twisted the ring so it lay against my palm. I hated the sight of it. The weight. The feel of it was even worse. Suddenly, a thought crossed my head at the resemblance of the black seal and my ring. A symbol that I failed to recognize but hazily suspected. The eerie eyes of an owl. Of course, she chose that over anything else. Sabrina, you cunning piece of shit.

Amelia said. The next day. Amelia left for the orphanage. She bid Maxmillian farewell the very morning she left. And although they had been touched, Maxmillian didn't suspect a thing about her being pregnant until Amelia came back home, after a year. Maxmillian suggested that they both leave the city. They went to a more calm and quiet place. Away from Grace and Alexander's drama. Max had gotten lots of guards in the new apartment he moved into. It was way bigger than the last house they lived in. He made Amelia the CEO of one of his prestigious tech companies, which had numerous shareholders. He surrounded Amelia with maids around and guards, and her driver.

Then with one last shudder, her eyes slid shut. Amelia's scream resounded through the forest. The pack found her hours later, still cradling Lila's lifeless body. News went through Shadow Moon like wildfire, whispered oohs of horror and utter belief. Lila, so loving a sister to Alpha Kaelan, was dead-and the blame would come upon Amelia.

“Really.” Amelia stayed to chat for a few more minutes after that. I learned that she came from a long line of Omegas who had served the Alpha family for generations. She wasn’t of Lycan descent herself, but had lived as a part of this pack all her life, and deeply respected my father. I also learned that she liked the color yellow, and that she had a pet hamster named Nibbles as a child. A little while later, the woman left, leaving me alone again. But not for long. As soon as she disappeared, another figure approached the door, the bell jingling merrily against the glass once again as he pushed inside.

I trust that you wouldn't do this unless you were sure. I trembled uncontrollably, but with joy. I knew I was going to win. All of this was just an act meant to make Owen think I was nervous, too. But from Amelia's side, it was different. She had no idea what I was holding, and still, she was willing to stake everything on me. "Not all houses are equal," Owen said, his tone dripping with mockery. "You're still one million dollars short. How do you plan to make that up?

AMELIA XAVIER The smell of my favourite kind of coffee filled my nose as I opened my eyes. Letting out a yawn, I stretched myself out of bed and moved downstairs to meet Owen in the kitchen making breakfast. We were moving into the Winters estate today so why was he making breakfast? As I opened my mouth to speak, he turned to face me, handing me a chocolate chip. “I saw this on YouTube, how does it taste,” he said, shoving the chocolate chip into my mouth.

“Kael is obsessed with you. He’s let you into his life in ways he’s never let anyone else. You can get close. You can find the proof I couldn’t.” “And then what?” “Then you kill him.” Amelia laughed. Bitter. Sharp. “You think I can just walk up and stab him? He’s an alpha. He’d rip me apart before I got close.” “Not if you’re smart about it.” Olivia pulled a small vial from her purse and slid it across the table. “Wolfsbane extract. Odorless. Tasteless. Two drops in his drink and he’ll be weak enough to handle.” Amelia stared at the vial. Dark liquid sloshed inside.

Charles revealed, pointing a finger at me before placing his hands in his pocket. “I will deal with that one.” Charles nodded. “And Lady Eleanor?” Amelia shifted her eyes to me. “She is there but as per your orders she will be leaving the palace this morning.” “That's all I need to hear, the only one left now is Oliver…” “And Ava?” Amelia chipped in. “What about her?” “Arthur, u don't like new things, this is not a good sign, there is a reason impure wolves are different.” “Maybe you should just accept that the moon goddess helped her,” I growled stepping closer.

"Start talking. Now." Jessica hesitated, then decreased her voice, her gaze darting around as if Amelia could be listening from the shadows. "There’s an area. Deep within the woodland. A hidden part of Crestmoon territory. It’s where the curse turned into, where all the energy comes from. Amelia’s been there, getting ready for the ritual. She’s amassing forces, and she’s no longer on my own." Olivia’s heart sank. It turned into worse than she feared. Amelia wasn’t just hiding—she turned into making plans, something massive, something that would ruin them all. And Olivia becomes at the center of it.