Eda The Owl House Novels & Stories

"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

Ariadne was amazed with its beauty and quit surprised not ever seeing on ever. Moreover, a small great horned baby owl was resting itself on her shoulder. Its eyes were open and it has golden eye with black circles around it. It has pure white fur with black highlights its chest with thick feathers around its neck just like a fur. It keeps making a small ‘hooo’ sound every time she jumps. Eve hiss at her owl in a low voice. “Marion! You have to keep quiet! If anyone hear you, they will catch us and we’ll be punished for sure. Do you know how hard it is to hide from Khalid?”

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.

"Of course. Mommy isn't going anywhere today. I'm staying right here with you." "Let's start now, then." Avery sat down on the plush carpet beside her daughter, taking the crayon the little girl handed her. On the drawing paper, Dorothea had sketched the white peacock. The eyespots on its tail were drawn disproportionately large, crowded tightly against one another, covering the page. Outside the window, the peacock suddenly threw back its head and let out a sharp, piercing cry—a harsh, desolate sound that dragged through the air, shattering the morning silence.

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.

She averted her gaze uneasily. "With that said, I want to clarify that Eva and I have known each other for quite some time. She designed my house, and her work is nothing short of extraordinary. It is, without a doubt, the finest architectural design I have ever seen." Owen paused, allowing his words to sink in. The audience, initially buzzing with curiosity, now listened intently. His praise for Eva was heartfelt and sincere, painting a clear picture of her exceptional talent. "Her creativity and attention to detail are unparalleled," Owen continued. "She has a unique ability to transform visions into reality, creating spaces that are both beautiful and functional. Her design for my house i

They trudged out of the woods and slowly started a conversation. The O'Connor mansion was a three-story building with red walls and a field surrounding it. A fountain stood in the middle of the premises covered with exquisite craftsmanship and perfectly sculptured fishes surrounding the center with water gushing out of their mouth into the pool. Behind the building were two wooden cabins and a cottage. One of the cabins served as a workshop while the other served as a store room. The cottage was for relaxation and privacy. Roses surrounded the bottom of the fountain making it look more enthralling. Opposite the fountain was the entrance door. Tall, huge, strong, and black. The entrance led t

Ellis repeated. Logan's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he described its features. "I am building you an Earth house!" He pulled from his pocket a small photograph of a Tudor-style house built of stone. "It will have thick walls, to keep you warm and a large room for your baths. We will live on the lower floor while Dorian and Laurel will live on the floor above." He paced off a distance to the back of the lot. "Here will be our nest room, with the children in a room over here." “It sounds beautiful. I can’t wait to see it.” She suppressed a grin.

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 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.