Hunter Owl House Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

—M. Inside, the house smelled like old wood and lemon oil. Everything was tidy and warm. A kettle sat on the stove, a fire already lit in the hearth. Someone had made an effort. “Maura cleaned it up for you,” Owen said from behind me. “She used to know your family.” “She was close to Bram.” I said softly. Owen nodded. “She’ll probably stop by later. Word travels fast here.” I wasn’t sure if that was a comfort or a warning.

I followed the voice and saw an old lady with grey hair standing next to a small house. Colt flew to this old lady and held her tightly. The old lady looked very satisfied and closed her eyes. "Mrs. Flynn! I was just thinking about you! How's the warbler I made for you? Do you like it?" Colt asked. "Yes, it functions well and sings beautifully for me at night, but there's a very tiny problem..." the old lady replied. As they were talking, a big iron bird with flapping wings and a razor-sharp peak and blade-like feathers, which was about three times the size of an average warbler, swooped at us.

I glance out the window at trees, so many fucking trees. Not friendly trees. No. These are the kind of trees that whisper in Latin and watch you pee. The paved road gives up after a few feet, dissolving into a narrow dirt track. I squint at the one landmark available; a half-rotted wooden mailbox with faded cartoon paw prints painted on the side. Howl & Growl. The “o” in “Growl” is scratched out. Charming. There’s no visible buildings, no lights or people. Just the buzzing of insects, the caw of a raven doing a great horror-movie impression, and somewhere in the distance…howls.

Then I shook myself and hurried after him, the sound of my boots crunching on the forest floor painfully loud compared to his silent movements. Xander was a shadow among shadows, his wolf form blending seamlessly with the dappled light filtering through the canopy. He sniffed the air, ears twitching as he picked up on things I couldn’t sense. Watching him hunt was like witnessing a perfectly choreographed dance—every movement purposeful, every step silent.

This hunter is the sentry of the group of armed men. After a while, both arrive at the base, requesting to see general Lorne. Waiting for the other side to approach, Kim immediately frowned when she saw a familiar figure. Why is he here? Aiden Hawn smiles when he sees the embarrassed man and woman at the door, who are actually Ethan Owl and his wife. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Owl, what brings you here?"

Woven into the ring was the shape of a dragon; a creature that reminded me of Ransom's first shift, but not quite; and an owl. The next blazing ring sat outside the mate ring. Stretching from under my breast to the top of my hipbone. All of my family's animals were depicted. Which now included a deer. Even Lukas was shown. A big O with a line running through it. At the section closest to my hip bone was another animal. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but it had beautiful wings. Atlas crawled around on the floor behind me. With his electronic pad, he raised it, aimed it, and I heard the sound of a camera shutter closing. He took multiple pictures from a variety of angles.

When she couldn’t see his back anymore, she offered a tiny wave at her beautiful home and started her journey to the Dark Shadow Pack. She heard the same sound she heard last night inside her father’s bedroom, she followed it keenly and was surprised to see an owl staring at her immensely, the owl flew in front of her, stopped, and lowered itself down. Alpha Ciandra couldn’t help but smile, “the birds love me.”

Asher hollowing deep in the back of my mind. “AAHHH!! What the fuck is that!?” Hunter almost falls into me as he backs away from the metal guardrail. I turn and see a large barn owl perched on the metal, completely unaffected by our presents. It was so unusual to see an owl this close up and so random. The colors of the feathers were unusual as well. They vaguely looked familiar for some reason. The owl flapped and preened its autumn color feathers as it continued to stare at each one of us. Its large yellow eyes glow against the moonlight. I breathed in and could faintly smell the most perfect scent in my life. The wonderful smell of spiced cider and orange. My heart raced wildly in my ches

The whole idea seemed futile but no other way than to make themselves appear prepared. On their way, Allie spotted a large painting of a Hellhound standing in the middle of a misty, darkened forest, its eyes glowing and taking the attention away from everything else that had been expertly drawn on the canvas. The omega tilted her head at the artwork, admiring it for a while.

“Push!” Her female owl swooped out the door, wings slicing through the air, scouting the hallway beyond. At the far end, the entity appeared—a grotesque creature resembling a deformed polar bear, its eyes and matted fur glowing with a silvery sheen. It stood on two unnaturally long legs, almost too thin to support the bulk of its massive, hunched torso. With a guttural snarl, it lunged toward her tattoos. Arah willed her summoned guardians forward, commanding them to intercept the creature in mid-air.