Boscha Owl House Novels & Stories

Sure enough, Hope nods in approval. Oliva shows me a sleek black couch with large round arms on the ends. There’s a cream colored backdrop behind it. My eyes go wide when I see some “toys” similar to what had been in the warlock’s sex dungeon. I blow out a hard breath and put up a long black stick with a black feather on the end. This doesn’t seem all that threatening. “Let’s just take a few, I swear if you don’t like them… I’ll delete them. Fair,” Olivia questions.

"But hardly anyone knows about this house. It's like a hidden museum or a memorial place." "Is it okay for us to break in like that?" "The house is for everyone who finds it," Octavia said. "It's a school property." "Then how did you find it in the first place?" "A little bird told me," she just said and walked on toward the fireplace. Well, who knows? Maybe Octavia was the next Snow White or something. I looked around the living room. There was a kitchenette in one corner and a small dining table. I walked toward a table by the window facing the river. There were sketches of blueprint and map and strange machines. They placed around the wooden table with wooden models of the various devices

The house was too quiet… that something felt odd. In the middle of the night, where the full moon had shone, Arth had trouble sleeping. His exhausted body wanted to rest so badly but his guts were keeping him awake. He groaned as he sat up from his white bed, then he glanced through the windows. His eyes went wide of what he saw. A white owl stood on a branch of a tree outside, watching Arth. Its white feathers gleamed with the moonlight but its eyes glowed brightly—so round and entirely locked at him. Who would see a damn bird that has glowing eyes?

he continued. "First up, we have the latest from SpitFire Autos—the SpitFire Vortex. A high-performance car that combines cutting-edge technology with luxury design. A true symbol of SpitFire’s relentless pursuit of excellence!" Guests whispered excitedly, leaning in to discuss the car. It was a marvel in automotive engineering, sleek and futuristic. "Next, we have something truly special for your homes: the SootheBot 3000," the speaker announced, his voice lowering slightly for effect. "A robot designed to keep your home spotless, all while maintaining a sleek and minimalistic look.

She still found it hard to believe sometimes that the most gorgeous one of them all was actually in love with her. A rustling in the branches above them drew her attention. With their superior hearing, the three volkaanes were already gazing upward. A large brown and white owl alighted on a branch about two-thirds of the way up the tree. The owl’s big round eyes and pointed ears moved back and forth, quickly surveying the area. Satisfied that all was at it should be, the owl fluttered down to the ground just inside the tree line, about ten feet from where Leesa and the volkaanes stood.

Its surrounding environment was great, and it was normal for there to be wild animals from time to time. Olivia had just fallen asleep. She hadn't gotten into a deep sleep yet. She immediately opened her eyes when she heard the owl hooting. Normally, Ethan would already be home at this hour, but he wasn't home yet. Madam Burgess hadn't been staying in recently, too. She was the only one in the enormous house. The room was in complete darkness. There were only some warm yellow lights in the yard. She saw a large owl as soon as she opened her eyes.

I said. ☪ ✧ ✧ He leads the way outside the house, down the veranda stair, to the wheeled machine shining in black. "Check this out~" He rubs his hand there and on the embossed silver logo of the machine's facade. The words dropped my jaw. "This is the family's business. The Silver Wolf company where every number 1 smooth brand new car is made! Her name is Hessuel." He clicks a tiny remote button from the key, then my shoulders jerked when the car horned twice! "It's a greeting from her."

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...

"Maybe they were close?" Owl's expression turned into a suspicious one. "Yvonne is hiding something from us." Asty looked at him. "What do you mean?" "Nothing." Owl pretended a laugh and poked the young woman's nose. "What are you doing this early outside?" he changes the topic. "I was just walking around." "Where's Chaol?" "He told me that he was gonna rest." "I see." Asty curiously looked at Owl. "By the way, Mr. Owl, how are you able to withstand the Sun?"

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.