Angel Of The Owl House Novels & Stories

“Whatever’s gone on between the witches and werewolves of New York is none of my fucking business. What’s important now is how to stop The Owl.” “Let’s say we believe you,” I said. “What the hell is The Owl?” “Not what,” she said. “Who.” “The Owl is a person?” I asked. “Yeah. A warlock. A very, very powerful warlock.” “And how do you know all this?” Nathan asked. “Because…” she said, looking away, “I got the vision of everything.” Her voice trembled, and I heard the fear in it. I didn’t want to buy into whatever she was saying, but deep down, I already believed her. She was telling the truth.

Just as I caught myself from getting sick, Angel walked in, shaking her head. She was my niece on my father’s side, her father being nothing like mine and much older. Angel had been a Shadow for decades now, and I couldn’t be more proud now that she was a councilor. But I knew this was hardly a family reunion kind of visit. I knew that day she left the coven and took the oath she wouldn’t be back in any permanent way. “What’s wrong big boy? One of the wives leave,” she asked, crossing her arms.

He was panting and covered in sweat. "Are you two okay? Are you guys hurt?" Barry immediately asked. "No, we're fine, Uncle." Ethan replied. "How in the world did that wolf get into our house? Soul County doesn't even have wolves in our wooded area." Andra stated. "It's nothing. Just a random, freak animal attack." Barry's response only frustrated the two of them. It's becoming more evident that he is hiding something from him. They don't understand, but they can see that their guardian is hiding something from them. They just don't know why.

Putting out the fire, they easily invaded the territory of the werewolves. “Stay alert!” Deyanira warned. A howl from afar caught her attention. The House was easily seen from where they stood, as it was erected into a small hill. And what she saw on top of it sent shivers down her spine. The large silhouette of a werewolf standing in its two feet, his physique shrouded by darkness with the moonlight perfectly shining down on him. He was hunched back, but it only accentuated his fearsome silhouette. He howled to the moon, and that was when she realized he was the owner of the spine-chilling howl. They had been expecting them.

I am feeling like a tiny ant in front of a huge elephant. I looked at him widening my eyes when he closed the door behind me. My palm started sweating badly just thinking why closed the door. Does he have any kind of wrong intention? " Angel," He called me and I lost it. Why the hell he is calling me angel. What's his problem? I said looking at his deep eyes," Sir, my name isn't angel." " I know. You are Orni. Orni Patel. But for me. You are angel. My angel," he said and started sniffing me.

He asked me. I slightly nodded "Then, you get angry again, and then tell to this Corona, that, Mr Corona, I will punch and kick you till the time you leave me. You should be scared of me, because of you're a monster then I am an angel, and angels are more powerful than monsters," he spoke trying to console me. And I chuckled, listening to his words and finally being able to stop my tears. I looked at him, with a smile on my face. "Now, do one thing, and pick up the packet," he ordered.

Not in a loud way. No. Just there. Hovering. Watching. Always watching. Eyes like hawk. Once, Angel had followed a little boy to check out a hurt stray dog, and Tony had lost sight of him for just a few minutes. He got distracted with the old people in the village, asking him to do this and that. When he found Angel, he looked pale. Breathing like he’d run for miles. He’d pulled Angel into his arms and held him while cursing the village people like some mad man.

"So if you're that curious to see the face behind this mask, then you should be ready to get on your knees and worship me." Whatever, I can't hear him. Lalala. *** After finishing our seemingly normal meal, Leaflet immediately cleaned the table for us and even talked with me for a bit. While having a catch-up session with him, Zayde instructed his butler, Damon, to first tour me around the mansion as he needed to answer the urgent phone call that the crow handed him with. And yes, the crow probably knows how to open a goddamn door! The last thing I knew was that I was roaming the entire mansion awkwardly with the butler Damon, along with the crow that was resting on his shoulder. What was th

GILDA’S POV When Angel was done playing, I lifted her into my arms, and the three of us, Japheth, Angel, and I, went back inside the house. Japheth rolled quietly beside us as we returned to her room. Japheth stopped at the doorway while Angel and I went in. He didn’t follow us inside; instead, he stayed there, watching us in silence. The room felt unusually quiet, and I could feel his eyes lingering on both of us as we settled in. After a moment, he finally broke the silence.

The house was too quiet… that something felt odd. In the middle of the night, where the full moon had shone, Arth had trouble sleeping. His exhausted body wanted to rest so badly but his guts were keeping him awake. He groaned as he sat up from his white bed, then he glanced through the windows. His eyes went wide of what he saw. A white owl stood on a branch of a tree outside, watching Arth. Its white feathers gleamed with the moonlight but its eyes glowed brightly—so round and entirely locked at him. Who would see a damn bird that has glowing eyes?