Belos Owl House Novels & Stories

Dawn was approaching when they finally decided to go home, each with a plan in mind to face the challenges of the next day. While Lola and Maya shared their confidences, the owl seemed to watch intently, its large eyes blinking in the darkness of the night. There was something mysterious about the way she kept her gaze fixed on her friends, as if she understood the depth of their words and the strength of their friendship. In a way, her expression seemed like an enigmatic smile, as if she approved of the two young women's determination to face their dilemmas. As Lola and Maya retreated into the house, the owl rose from the roof of the gazebo and, with a soft flapping of wings, flew away, dis

I couldn't shake it off even if I tried. I mean, how does one pretend they didn't see what had been right there? "Belcalis, look at this place! Stop brooding and breathe," Ivy chirped, swinging her designer tote as we pulled up to a sprawling, modern mansion tucked away in a gated estate. I must confess, the house was a masterpiece of glass and white stone, overlooking a turquoise cove that looked too blue to be real. Inside the house was even more magnificent. The ceiling was easily twenty feet high, and the scent of expensive scented candles filled the air.

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.

It was right under our noses the entire time. It looked like a basic house on the outskirts of town; with a basic wooden fence that went around the house. I parked the car, and I was about to get out, but Esme stopped me when she saw the owl flying high over the car and through the night sky. She rolled down the window and held her arm out for the owl to perch on her. “Where’s Tessa’s window?” She asked the bird. Surprisingly, the bird flew high in the sky again and wrapped around the building, disappearing entirely. I furrowed my brows at the retreating bird and then looked back at Esme.

When she couldn’t see his back anymore, she offered a tiny wave at her beautiful home and started her journey to the Dark Shadow Pack. She heard the same sound she heard last night inside her father’s bedroom, she followed it keenly and was surprised to see an owl staring at her immensely, the owl flew in front of her, stopped, and lowered itself down. Alpha Ciandra couldn’t help but smile, “the birds love me.”

Swirling prisms of glittering opaque colors. Gliding across the sky, weaving in and out of the overhead canopy, a large owl circled the great stone house built into the high cliffs. A second owl, then a third appeared, silently making lazy circles above the branches and the rambling house. A lone wolf, quite large, with a shaggy black coat and glittering eyes, loped out of the trees into the clearing. Out of the darkness, on the balcony of the rock house, a figure gilded forward, looking out into the night. He opened his arms wide in a welcoming gesture.

Immediately they got to the gate, a very violent wind blew heavily that they had to cover their ears and close their eyes for minutes, making no one say anything or open their eyes. "It's fine, you can open your eyes now. Am sure the ghosts were furious that we entered their territory at night" Helen said and hugged her children. "Are...are you sure mom?" Sarah panicked "Sure sweetheart, open your eyes." She urged Sarah. An owl flew and landed on their windscreen, staring at them suspiciously. "Mom look, look at that evil bird" Sarah cried. Mr Wellspring tried to chase the bird away but it wasn't moving at all, it continued staring.

Zitrey was about to say something when her eyes glued at the pair of jade-green eyes staring at her, widely. At the same time, the long raven hair of the owl logo Guy fell from his shoulder and gracefully dance with the wind. Because of this, Zitrey was filled with nostalgia when she smells the fragrance of the owl logo Guy shampoo. It smells sweet... like a newly bloomed flower at Spring – a flower called Jasmine.

My wolf knows where home is. She leads me to Bogbeast Waters, the full moon lighting our way. The glowing orb is lowering toward the horizon, and the first birds of morning have begun to call by the time I reach our old place. I scent my way there, pulling myself from the water and onto the dry land and shaking off. Even with my wolf eyes I can tell something is wrong. Our tiny house, the one I built when I was turning from a child to a woman and patched a hundred times… It’s gone.

I say. Theo drives me to the Omega house. The house is on the outskirts of the rest of the pack’s homes. Theo pulls into the older home where the Omegas live. The house is a small log cabin with a big front porch. There is a small garden and a tire swing in a tree. A young blonde woman comes out to see what is going on and why Theo is there this time of day. She walks to the truck and places her hand on the window. “Hey, Theo, what’s up? What did we do now?” She asks.