Novel & Cerita Belos Owl House

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.

Owlyn safely led Cassandra back to Chamber of Mirror. They went through the mirror again, and the last thing the owl said before leaving was, "I'd appreciate it if you washed your face. You look like something a Groundsler dragged in. And remember we are all in a very great deal of trouble if you don't come back."

Unfortunately, Grant Mercator is already sitting on his throne-like chair at the center of the second floor’s hall. “Where have you been, Oneil?” he asked while feeding the owl beside him. “Just outside,” Oneil replied. But he halted when he realized something wrong. His grandfather does not have any pet. Why does he have an owl now? He tried to check it clearly. He deemed it familiar from the ones that he took care in the grand barn. “Does this owl seemed familiar to you, Onei?” Grant Mercator asked. Oneil stepped closer but he is still a meter away from his grandfather.

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

Oswin instantly yanked on the horse's saddle, and it came to a stop on its own. A two-story white Victorian home stands just a few meters from us. The white marble and numerous glass windows give it an air of refined elegance. The design is spare, yet it appears to be well received. Both fire trees and simple hedges frame the home's front yard. Nothing flowery or trite will do. "What are we going to deliver?" Oswin asked as he shared the checklist with me. "Scented candles and ointments, toiletries, four gallons of white deer's blood, and a sack of wolfsbane," I read carefully.

The lamps were turned on as soon as we hit the road and the way didn’t seem to look that shabby now. Jason winked at me. “She knows we have arrived.” He said and started walking a bit faster. I know he was much eager to meet his girlfriend. After walking for like five minutes we were in front of a small house at the end of the road. The house was simple and kind of cute with the flowers and plants decorating its ceiling. The door was made of an old oak tree and there was an owl sitting in front of the door. His eyes were glued on me and I swear I feel goose bumps by staring back at him. I feel drawn towards its yellow pearls. I feel it was peering inside my soul.

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

"YES! I want a blue room! No—wait—a green one! And I want a tree outside with a swing and—and—" His excited rambling was cut off by the sound of footsteps. Harold and Celeste appeared in the doorway, blinking sleepily. "What’s all the excitement about?" Harold asked, rubbing his eyes. "Why is our grandson running laps?" Celeste added. Oliver beamed at them. "We’re getting a HOUSE!" Celeste’s eyebrows shot up. "Oh?" I gave a small, sheepish smile. "I was thinking… maybe it’s time Oliver and I found a place of our own."

“No,” Eloise deadpanned. “You must be kidding. Your house is so big,” she said. “Why do you have only one bedroom?” “I’m the only one who lives here,” he said. “I’m telling the truth, Eloise. You can check every room in this house if you'd like.” “Then, what’s that room over there?” she pointed, walking over to the room perpendicular to Ollie’s. She opened the door and saw a movie theater-like space. She looked at them with wide eyes.

Oliver was frowning, thinking while Osprey looked like he'd accepted his death already. "If I'm lucky enough, my death shall be painless and fast," Osprey went white with fear. "If you're lucky enough," said Azalea. "Oliver and my tasks will come to fruition, so please, start willing the universe to conspire in our favor if you have nothing else important to say."