Belos Owl House Novels & Stories

The first thing he noticed through the trees that fronted the place troubling, was that there were some owls that kept flying here and there, they were in form of human beings. It hasn't been a comforting sight to see, an image of the kind and in form of an owl on this frigid, solent road that stretched for miles in either direction without any glimpse of something welcoming. Now there was just a bloodless phantoms. The building looked as if it had been empty for a hundred years. It would be very cold inside, the stone walls chilling one to the core.

It was like the tortious sound of a deranged man. The owl reminded me of my time in Aunty Matilda's place. The red sofa with cream soft pillows resting on its waist, the solid gold walls and the smell of purple hibiscuses that never seemed to leave my nose for a second. The owl in Aunty Matilda's house was gentle, cool-headed and compassionate. It knew the right time to come in the night and the right time to leave just after midnight. It came to my room in Aunty Matilda's house for a whole month; the first month that I spent in her house in Anambra. I mourned the day I waited for the owl to come sing in my window with its restless noise but it never showed up. The next day, I made a small b

“The blood of this place is the Blood of Osoro, the very same blood that runs within you. This place is a part of you just like your hand, leg, or any body part you can think of. You did not choose it, it chose you.” She felt like that now, like the whole of this place was a part of her. Tara stopped at the tall steps leading to the hall. She looked at the two mammoth carvings of a bird standing at both sides of the entrance; an owl and a hawk. The Owl was the signature bird of Osoro, while the Hawk signified the witches.

It was almost midnight when Elora, Caspian, and Brittany arrived at the big house with a very high iron fence. Brittany opened the window and waved over the railing to a camera, watching them. The black gate opened a moment later. It increasingly convinced Elora that werewolves did like living in the suburbs, had super large houses, and hated light. This big house is an example. The light along the driveway that cuts through the courtyard was only a faint orange glow. Up ahead, a classic European-style three-story house stands tall, complete with a crystal chandelier hanging on the terrace.

Eloise’s POV: The house was huge. There are over five large bedrooms with all king-size beds and superb interior, two guest rooms, which looks like master bedrooms in itself. There is also a wide pool at the back of the house, a big basement and entertainment room with all kinds of games stocked. My jaw as on the floor the whole time as Dexter gave me a tour of the house, while I look at him like he’s grown two heads. “You live here?” “Well, it’s one of my backup houses in neutral territory and away from the city,” he shrugs, and I gape at him. Back up? This is even bigger than anything I have ever seen and he calls it a back up?

Eloise Carter stepped out of the car, tilting her head as she took in the stunning glass house before her. The morning sun reflected off its sleek exterior, making it shimmer like a diamond nestled in a sea of lush greenery. "Is this place your new home?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. Liam smiled, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I bought this place a long time ago, Mom. It’s not just a house—it’s a retreat. A place to unwind, away from the chaos."

He whispers in my ear, “I don’t like this. If you’re in danger, yell for me, and I’ll fight off the hoard to get to you.” “I’ll be fine,” I assure him. “Try not to piss off the witches any more than they already are.” His blue eyes bore into me. “Be careful.” “I will.” I squeeze his hand reassuringly before moving away from him. I feel the weight of dozens of stares as I follow Ivy into the village. We walk past buildings until we reach the largest house. It’s a two-story limestone building covered in foliage. Vines wrap around the metal railing of the balcony on the second floor. It makes the house look like it sprouted from the earth.

He looked around, the house looked like a place which has long been deserted. Inside the house was nothing like its exterior, it was large and spacious. Devon wondered how a small cottage could be this big inside. Everything looked like it has never been put to use before. Where are you, owl? he questioned in his mind. He caught a scent and looked up. There it was, looking down at Devon quietly from the large ball-like chandelier hanging from above Devon jumped to catch it, but it hopped from there. His big hand striked the chandelier instead and it came crashing down

I dropped my phone and laid back on the bed. Half an hour later, I was almost done with the tour alongside Harriet. If I thought the house was really nice before, then I'm pretty convinced it's one of the best ever. It has a private jacuzzi, games room, movie room, drinks, and snacks bar, gym, private lounge, and a living room, a smaller one. We passed by a closed room which Harriet told me is Nate's office. After which we saw the staff quarters, a smaller, separate building from the main house. What totally blew my mind, though, was the spacious piece of land behind the house that contains the woods which contain obstacle courses for when the wolves want to run and train. Which also provide

A secluded corner with a bench and lanterns. "This…" I whispered, unable to move. "Edward… this is unreal." He shrugged lightly, but his eyes were bright. "Go on. Look inside." The interior was just as magical—arched doorways, warm wooden floors, sunlight everywhere. A fireplace made of white stone. Built-in bookshelves. A kitchen with emerald tiles and brass fixtures. I walked from room to room, my chest tightening with something I hadn’t felt in so long— Belonging. "This is our house," Oliver declared, running around with his arms spread like wings. "Mom! Look! My room has a window shaped like a circle!"