Hunter Owl House Novels & Stories

"I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside." When he stopped, I went next. "I saw a farmhouse on the edge of the Oasis. Humans were working but were enslaved. A slave driver reared back his whip and struck one of the humans. There was a huge warehouse to the right of the farmhouse. Then I zoomed inside, and Rush was sitting at a wooden table speaking to the other heads of Nightshade." Elias was next. "I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons ar

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.

Recently it was the watcher, the unseen eyes watching me at home every night and making my sleep fitful, and way before that it was a series of other things which I alone could see or hear; the mighty oak tree which had a door leading to God knows where, the goats with human heads, the whispering mosquitoes whose voices I heard clearly, and many other stranger things, chief of which was the owls—death angels, I called them. And this trouble started with the owls. It was six days back, on a Friday morning. I was thinking of the owls—pitch black owls, the color of a moonless, starless night, their bodies sleek and shining like it had been carefully oiled with gel, and their eyes also a dark sh

“Maybe it’s someone else who benefits from keeping you unmarried.” Loren moved to the window. Tyllu sat on his perch, his bronze eyes fixed on her with patient attention. “Go,” she said softly, stroking his feathers before unlatching the window. “Find something. Show me who was out there.” The owl hooted once, then launched through the open window, banking wide over the courtyard before turning south. Loren watched him disappear into the gathering darkness. “What if he finds nothing?” Sybille asked. Loren kept her eyes on the horizon.

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?

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 see." "But did he really do that?" Asty asked. "Did he... really feed on people?" "Yes, he did. I am familiar with the Night Hallows in Erana and he did pique my interest, so I had Owl investigate." "Owl..." Asty took a glance at the woods. "That man back there, is Owl?" "Owl, yes. His eyes looked like one so I decided to name him that." "You named him?" Asty asked. Chaol glanced back again at her and smiled.