Belos Owl House Novels & Stories

Nia prowled closer, before shifting back to Belle. Belle eyed the wooden hut curiously. It looked abandoned, as though no one had tended to it for days. The floor creaked open and closed with the gushes of the wind, letting faint light shine through the doorway. Crows rested on the point of the hut, screeching as they noticed Belle gaining in. There were no other homes around it, just this one situated in the middle of nowhere with nothing but woods as its neighbour.

“…they were white. No pupils.” The air thinned. My jaw clenched before I could stop it. White-eyed creature. That old omen I’d prayed not to see again. But I said nothing instead I just listened. Elara continued, as though the words themselves unsettled her. “And Kael.. he saw an owl he called it a death messenger.” My stomach dropped. My voice was steel when I muttered under my breath, “Could this week get any worse?” She tilted her head. “What?”

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance WOLVES The house was dark and full of danger signs. The trees by the sides were tall and huge, fencing the house out of human sight. The house was grey and black in colour, cobwebs hung on each side. Making the house look like an ancient witch house, designed only for the Divines. Owls hooting were heard from afar, bats flapping their wings. Huns could be heard as if a choir was nearby but then..there was none.

She looked back at the owl. “I don’t know.” The owl remained silent, then ruffled his feathers. “In a hurry you may be but there are answers you still seek for memories in constant flee.” The owl chimed and then spread his wings and flew over the walls around them before disappearing above the trees. Aria turned to Absalom with a scrunched nose. “He wants us to stay here.” “I hate that owl. We don’t have time for this.”

“You’re going to love my house then.” “Oh yeah? Why?” I twisted toward him again, like I did when he told me the story about Gabriel’s parents and the creation of a single pack. It was so exciting to think that I was going to be a part of this amazing group of wolves. I wanted to know everything. “Elara is a collector of books. We have a sixteen-room house for only the two of us. Thirteen of those sixteen rooms are filled with books. The other three, have books but are not considered “filled”.” He took his hands off the wheel and did air quotes around the word filled.

"I see." "But did he really do that?" Asty asked. "Did he... really feed on people?" "Yes, he did. I am familiar with the Night Hallows in Erana and he did pique my interest, so I had Owl investigate." "Owl..." Asty took a glance at the woods. "That man back there, is Owl?" "Owl, yes. His eyes looked like one so I decided to name him that." "You named him?" Asty asked. Chaol glanced back again at her and smiled.

Bria suggested, and I grinned slightly. As we pulled up to the front of the house, I spied a white and black speckled large owl perched on the roof looking down at us, then immediately got a chill. “Is that Aspen?” I questioned Bria and she hummed before saying possibly. Narrowing my eyes at the feathered creature, I watched it tilt its head, spread its wings, and fly off toward the forest. “Is he able to transform into anything?” “Yes, he has that gift from his ancestors,” Bria sighed and I huffed in amazement.

I slowed the car down a little and then read the text. Make sure no one is tailing you before coming here. 4228 Ocello Street. “Where are we going to?” Mirabel questioned, leaning back on the seat. She was starting to believe me. I guess. “Somewhere safe.” About an hour later, I was looking at a house that was grandiose on the outside. They had built it with cypress wood and had marble decorations. Small octagon windows brightened up the house. A patio fully surrounded the house. I could see a modest garden, covered mostly in grass, and a few flower patches.

The ultra-luxury villa was a marvel of modern architecture, featuring sharp, geometric lines and expansive floor-to-ceiling glass walls that overlooked a sleek infinity pool. Perched dramatically on a cliffside, the house combined a sophisticated "James Bond" aesthetic with minimalist lounging areas. “It is our home,” Alpha Stellan said, as twenty Omegas bowed in unison at the entrance. “Eleanor and Clarissa will be your personal maids. They will escort you to your room. My suite is next door if you need anything,” he added. The two she-wolves bowed politely.

he coughed, hitting his chest dramatically after noticing my gaze. "I believe this bird saved me, long story, yeah. But she's earned a night in the palace. Maybe even a title. Since she saved a royal." "But she looks ordinary." "Which is a surprise that she single-handedly killed such a huge beast." I shake my head and climb into the carriage. "Collect and have the beast sent to Cecile, she might find something mysterious and useful." I ordered. The owl stirs weakly against my chest. Her feathers twitch, and she gives a small, sleepy hoot. I glance down.