Belos Owl House Novels & Stories

He smirked impishly, "I'll just wait out here. Might finish that nap you interrupted." Twillow laughed and shook her head at him as he stood and moved away from the house through the trees to a grassy clearing. Leida beckoned her inside with a hand. With expert precision, Twillow flattened her iridescent wings down against her back and followed her into the house. Despite how it looked on the outside it was much bigger on the inside. The house was filled with all kinds of things; herbs, dried flowers, baking ingredients, crystal charms, and all kinds of bottles.

Ortiz faced the owl again, lifted it gently, and whispered in that ancient tongue only the royal house still knew-low, clipped, urgent syllables meant only for the creature's ears: "Fly to Haspan. Spy. Hear. Return fast." The owl's eyes flashed silver. Then- FWSSHHH- it shot out the window like a streak of lightning, gone before anyone could blink. Silence fell. Ortiz turned toward Lisa. "Try again. Look far." Lisa swallowed hard. She closed her eyes, pressing her palms together, breathing as though steadying herself against a storm. Everyone waited. Seconds stretched. Then her eyebrows twitched... her lips parted...

This room was so spacious I could easily host a party for everyone. It was strange to see the moon goddess statue there, identical to the one in the other mansion. Maybe he simply respects the moon goddess, adorning his home with her likeness. If Lycans are like this, they hardly seem like the bad creatures people make them out to be; the real threats are likely the Rogues. "This room is too luxurious for someone like you," Oliver's voice echoed as he entered with Owen, his hands in his pockets while his eyes scanned the space. "Hey Mira, at least it’s a step up from that dump you called home" Owen said with a smirk, he sat down on the bed, grinning at me.