Hunter Owl House Novels & Stories

And yet… the sensation persisted, sharpening, focusing, tethering him to one point in the room. Then he saw it. Perched on the patio wall, just outside the glass door, was a great horned owl. Its massive form was still, wings tucked tightly, feathers ruffling slightly in the breeze. Those round, molten-yellow eyes fixed on him, unblinking, and Kaplan felt a chill creep along his spine. They weren’t just watching. They were judging. Waiting.

Inside the house I fell face first into our couch and finally gave in to the darkness. I woke up in the evening and quickly freshened up. I felt a little better but I couldn't stop until I finished the job at hand. Jeremy was outside shaving some wood when I came out. I gave him a nod and dove straight to work, ignoring all his attempts at small talk. At the stroke of midnight I was jolted awake by a very loud hoot from an owl. I didn't even realize that I had fallen asleep. I returned to the house to find a way to light up the backyard. I couldn't finish this if I lost a finger.

" The man said, and Micah could only nod; she was beginning to lose her sanity. "There is an owl in your house." The man said when Micah turned to leave. "He would be loyal; do not turn him away. Although you might already be on his bad side, there will come a time when you will need to rely on him." The old man said, and Micah sighed before continuing on her way. "He says there is an owl, and then he calls the owl him! Micah thought as she massaged her temples. After a while she was done distributing the food; with her escorts, she descended the staircase and entered the carriage.

We were all busy dining while conversing when an owl was making noise in the living room. “Wait, did you hear that sound?" Jordan asked. "What sound?” Aria asked before placing her spoon down. “Alpha there's an owl in the living room," one of the maids rushed in. "What?!” we all responded wondering how that was even possible. “I don't think any of us should go there," Jordan suggested. “No we should. I'm tired of all these paranormal things happening to us," I said. "I understand, but Jordan could have a point, Alpha,” Aria agreed.

“Symptoms don’t follow any clear pattern—fever, blackouts, sometimes bleeding. The local doctor doesn’t know what to make of it.” “And Kael thinks I can fix it.” Owen didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. *** They dropped me off in front of a small two-story house tucked near the town center. Pale blue siding, white trim, steep roof still dusted with snow. I remembered it vaguely—it used to belong to the schoolteacher, I thought. There were lace curtains in the windows and a note pinned to the door. EIRA – Welcome back. The place is yours for as long as you stay. —M.

The owls hooted every now and then, and some birds hummed, flying from tree to tree. The moon shone brightly tonight. I think that was a good sign. DeLuna walked by my side, and Travis was a little ahead as we continued further. I could hear faint music coming from up front, and we continued towards the sound, Travis turning off his tracker. After a few minutes of walking, more like hours. I wanted to argue with Travis for stopping us so far off when he knew we had a long way to go, but I fought against it. After a while, I could finally see the old, disturbing mansion, which was clearly the Shadows' hideout.

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.

Lucian’s POV By the time I came out of the forest, the day started to break. Thankfully, the place was still quiet. I tip-toed back to my house, hoping not to be discovered by anyone. Walking into the house, I tried to walk gently towards my room when I heard a voice that froze me immediately. “where have you been Lucian!” It was my father. I could fool the whole pack but never him, he had been waiting for me all night. The first option I thought of was to lie – but that was a suicide mission for me.

The two fell into silence, drinking juice while staring into space in thought. … It was evening by the time Kaizo left. He had stayed for several hours, catching up with his old friend. Once he was gone, Professor Dewsbury stayed in her office for a little longer. At 8pm, an owl appeared behind her window, tapping it gently with its wings to catch her attention. An owl in itself was uncommon, but this one was even more so. It had pieces of flesh missing on some parts of its body, and one of its wings was entirely made up of bones.

I step on another robust branch to draw closer to Acro. I never knew there was an owl nest here. And it's wide enough for me to fit in. I squinted inside and inside I saw a mini box. I sat on the branch, leaving my legs hanging, and I blew the dust from the box which means it had already taken years in this hidden nest. It's a good thing no one found it first.