Luz's Dad Owl House Novels & Stories

"Listening to what?" "To the mountain," I said. Lyra suddenly stood up. She walked to the window, her violet eyes fixed on the forest below. She let out a series of melodic, mournful chirps—the language of the birds. A moment later, a massive snowy owl flew through the window, landing on the sill. It didn't look afraid. It looked... urgent. Caelum stood beside his sister, his hand glowing with a soft emerald light as he touched the owl’s wing.

He even tiptoed, trying to get a better look at his father, who was seated in a swivel chair. Lazarus was engrossed in his laptop and reading papers in white folders placed in front of him on his desk, while his son stood beside him. "After Daddy's work, we'll go to the mall, okay?" Lazarus' voice sounded persuasive as he glanced briefly at Zon. "We'll buy you toys." Luzon pouted his glossy red lips and walked around the table to approach Lazarus.

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.

The two of them were much closer after that. “So, which strays are you bringing home this year?” her dad asked, snipping the end off a cigar as he watched her sprinkle chopped pecans on the top of a sweet potato casserole she needed to get into the oven. “Just a few,” Lilith assured him. “Me, obviously,” Lora said, sidling into the kitchen with her arms full of paper bags of supplies. “You don’t count as a stray anymore,” her dad said, puffing clouds of smoke as he lit the cigar. “You’re more or less adopted. Another Rumero in the house.”

Zara’s POV *Later that night at the house* A light, too bright, shone through the window, so I had to use my hands to shield my eyes. “Leo?” I called out, confused. “Did you order something?” He didn’t answer. I went over to the window to check who it might be. Oh shit. It was my Dad. I bent a little lower to avoid being seen from outside as I walked briskly to where Leo was. His ears were plugged, which explained why he didn’t hear me the first time.

It was a gigantic iron gate with designs of three-headed dragons. “You mean my half-sister stays here?” Lucas glances at Luxo. He has asked Luxo to prove what he said earlier by taking them to see his half-sister. If what Luxo says is true, then they might be a family reunion. He believes he can talk his half-sister into telling them where to find the mystic orb. “She stays with her father, the Grand Wizard of Ouxs,” Luxo answered. From the look on his face, he was certain of everything he has said.

As they entered the forest, Lucas pointed out a rock that was glowing under the darkened trees. “See that dad? That’s why we never get lost. Mom marked them with Luminous paint. She refreshes it every year. Mom did that so if Thorn was not with me, I wouldn’t get lost. I would always fine my way home.” There was a hitch in Lucas’s voice when he said that last part. Lucian reached out and pulled the boy close by his side for a second. “It’s okay Lucas, we will find her.” Lucas pulled away and looked up slightly to see his dad’s eyes. Even in the darkness, Lucas could see the worry on Lucian’s face. Not wanting to talk any more Lucas looked ahead of them to where Thorn was waiting for them.

This room was so spacious I could easily host a party for everyone. It was strange to see the moon goddess statue there, identical to the one in the other mansion. Maybe he simply respects the moon goddess, adorning his home with her likeness. If Lycans are like this, they hardly seem like the bad creatures people make them out to be; the real threats are likely the Rogues. "This room is too luxurious for someone like you," Oliver's voice echoed as he entered with Owen, his hands in his pockets while his eyes scanned the space. "Hey Mira, at least it’s a step up from that dump you called home" Owen said with a smirk, he sat down on the bed, grinning at me.

Without another word, Paris sped off toward Wainwright. Eljo satisfied, starts to walk back towards his house. He notices on every light pole what seems like a dreamcatcher. He inspects one and notices two Snow owl feathers on the dreamcatcher. He recognizes it as Snow owl feathers because last year he helped Ann with an assignment about Snow owls. Eljo brushes his fingers over one of the feathers.

She didn’t think they would care about the new holes her magic had drilled into their skulls. “I think Jenna has arrived,” Rave said, lifting his eyes toward the canopy of branches above. “I hear an owl flying low.” A moment later, a large brown and white owl fluttered to the ground near the riverbank. Leesa watched as the familiar silver glow appeared around the owl’s taloned feet and slowly worked its way up the bird’s legs and body. When the glow reached the owl’s head, a silver flash lit up the night for a split second. When the flash disappeared, Jenna stood where the bird had been.