Hunter Owl House Novels & Stories

He stepped through the doorway and made his way down the stairs, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. At the bottom of the stairs, Arnold stepped into an elevator that whisked him deeper beneath his house. The doors slid open to reveal a hidden lair; the secret headquarters of the Silversmith Werewolf Hunters. The room was a maze of ancient artifacts and modern arsenal, shrouded in an aura of foreboding and dread.

I may not be thanking him after tonight, but we shall see. We drove through a forest road, obviously part of the oasis, and then pulled down a long dirt road. A moment later, the bright glow of a bonfire shone ahead beside a huge Victorian mansion, probably the size of six regular houses. "This is gorgeous!" I said. "I'm surprised I haven't seen this before." "We keep pretty private." Cruz smiled proudly. "This is our Compound." My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "Seriously? You live here?"

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.

The house seemed as if no one had lived here for centuries. He opened the door. "krr... rr.. rr.... " the door opened with a creaking sound. Flapping of the wings of birds and hooting of the owl started as if they got some signals. There was a big hall, partly lit with dim light. "Who's there? " a heavy sound came from a corner of another side of the hall. The shadow was seen only by that creature, it seemed like it was covering the whole body, and a hoodie covered the face,sitting on a cliff made of stone.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

Dappled brown and red body with a white belly splattered with copper red and brown feathers. The barn owl had more of a shriek than a hoot, raspy and cutting, swooping silently in the dead of night. Their white bodies gliding like spirits and ghouls, swallowing their prey whole. Some believe that these owls are demons that swallow your soul. Hearing the owl screeching is an omen of your death. I like to think of them as beautiful nighttime creatures. Graceful but strong. Elusive and solitary. “Ceres!” Dmitry exclaimed, running towards us. “Where have you been? I expected that you would have been here much earlier.” He asks while tightly embracing me, his little arms tightly clasping my waist

My wolf knows where home is. She leads me to Bogbeast Waters, the full moon lighting our way. The glowing orb is lowering toward the horizon, and the first birds of morning have begun to call by the time I reach our old place. I scent my way there, pulling myself from the water and onto the dry land and shaking off. Even with my wolf eyes I can tell something is wrong. Our tiny house, the one I built when I was turning from a child to a woman and patched a hundred times… It’s gone.

And finally, when she had started to catch some quality sleep, it was time for the birds to start their nonsensical chattering and then the stupid sun had to come up. Noelle hurled herself into her room from the tree branch, landing effortlessly on the oak wood floor without making a sound. She put on another one of her worn-out hoodies over her sports bra and marched out of her room, suddenly wondering why there wasn't anyone else in the pack house. Wasn't a lot of wolves supposed to live here? Had something happened? Or did they just not follow the usual were-kind norms? "Lu- Noelle!" Hunter exclaimed. Noelle rolled her eyes as she turned around to face him. What did he want?

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.

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.