Hunter Owl House Novels & Stories

She asked throatily, her eyes still closed, her fingers tight in their hands. "My family are Snow Owls," Yuki whispered, her voice shaking. "My Grandparents immigrated here and brought half the flock with them. I'm," Yuki stalled for a moment before forging on, "I'm the first of the family to move out of the hollow and on my own." "Ok," Sally let out a last breath, "Ok." Hunter buried his face in her hair. "Are you all right little Human?"

I had far more immediate, dangerous threats to worry about today. The Central Combat Arena was a massive, underground Colosseum carved directly out of the mountain's bedrock. Tiered stone steps surrounded several large, circular pits filled with heavy grey sand, and the air inside was thick, suffocating, and heavy with the scent of old sweat, iron, and dominant Alpha pheromones. The remaining fifty freshmen stood in neat rows in the center of the main pit. Professor Hawthorne stood at the front, holding a black digital clipboard, his sharp amber eyes scanning our faces like a hawk looking for weak prey to tear apart.

I closed my eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths until the phantom scent of the General stopped screaming in my mind. When I finally calmed down, I opened my eyes. "The fuck!" I shrieked, jumping back so hard my spine cracked against the wood of the door. Lying flat on my bed, propped up on his elbows with his chin resting in his hands, was Oliver. He was a pretty, petite Omega with a head of messy curls and pretty blue eyes, and he was currently looking at me like I was a highly entertaining holovid. "You really need to lock your balcony doors, Theo," Oliver said, kicking his feet back and forth. "It is way too easy to climb up here."

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.

Too slow to be a bird panicking against glass. I froze. My blood turned sharp. Tap. Tap. Tap. It was coming from the window. Tyler didn’t stir. I slipped from bed silently, pulling the curtain aside with careful fingers. An owl sat on the sill. It was huge and silent with eyes dark as obsidian, feathers mottled white and gray like moonlight on water. It didn’t move when it saw me. It simply stared. Between its tightly clutched talons was a cowrie. My heart stopped.

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.

Dawn was approaching when they finally decided to go home, each with a plan in mind to face the challenges of the next day. While Lola and Maya shared their confidences, the owl seemed to watch intently, its large eyes blinking in the darkness of the night. There was something mysterious about the way she kept her gaze fixed on her friends, as if she understood the depth of their words and the strength of their friendship. In a way, her expression seemed like an enigmatic smile, as if she approved of the two young women's determination to face their dilemmas. As Lola and Maya retreated into the house, the owl rose from the roof of the gazebo and, with a soft flapping of wings, flew away, dis

Hawk evaded, pointedly putting an end to the topic. The two men passed a time in silence, both brooding for different reasons as they stared into the velvety sky. An owl hooted softly from the gardens. Crickets rubbed their legs in sweet concerto, offering twilight tribute to Dalkeith. Stars pulsed and shimmered against the night's blue-black canopy. "Look. One falls. There, Hawk. What do you make of it?" Grimm pointed at a white speck plummeting from the heavens, leaving a milky tail glowing in its wake.

I needed to hold her. The day passed by, and I refused to pull away from Harper. As the sun began to drift lower in the sky, my hopes for a miracle were dwindling. Just as my eyes started to drift closed, I heard a light tapping on the window. Peering across the room, I narrowed my gaze on a large white owl that seemed rather determined to come in. I eased myself off the bed and went over to unlock the latch. The owl took its chance and flew into the room.