Luz's Dad Owl House Novels & Stories

Instead, there was the scratch of a match and the warm, flickering glow of beeswax candles. ​"Julian, grab the flashlights from the kitchen drawer," Liam called out, his voice calm in the dark. He was holding Caleb, who was remarkably unfazed by the darkness, fascinated by the dancing shadows on the ceiling. ​"I've got them, Dad," Julian said, his voice sounding tired but grounded. He had just returned from another shift at the hospital, and he moved through the dark house with a new kind of confidence, his spatial awareness sharpened by the narrow halls of the ER.

“We have all done a good job putting Owen first. Is Maya back tonight? I’d like to thank her too.” “She might pop in later. I told her I’d watch Lucy tonight so she can get some proper sleep. You can too.” “Dad, can we watch a movie?” Owen asks. “We sure can. What do you want to see?” “The chipmunks? Lucy likes them. They are funny.” “Munks… yay, Alviiiiiin,” Lucy yells. We all laugh. “You bet. I’ll get it organized and get the TV over here.” “Thanks Dad.”

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.

(light) “—I will never hurt you. Oh, god.” (dark) “I’m so sorry, Liz.” (light) “I’ll never leave you.” The shadow moved away. Through the red, Liz watched the eagle flap its wings as it sailed out between the corrugated doors astride her brother’s shoulders. Soon there were only stars.

It was the sting from the cut didn’t hurt but a small part of her was already telling her to be careful. She felt a chill next to her and see that Khalid was angry. When the man who introduce himself as Vlad Baram tries to hug her, Khalid stretch his hand over Eve, stopping him and gave him a look that seems to make Vlad grit his teeth. Suddenly, Marion landed on her shoulder after flying all the way from the hallway, catching everyone’s attention with Agnes staring at the bird curiously. “Is this your pet?” She asked. Eve nodded and giggle when Marion rub his white head on her cheek. “Yes. He is Marion. My father gave him to me when I was 4. Marion is a Zhatiera Owl. He can live a very long

"Where's your mommy?" Jay asked curiously. "Mommy isn’t home," Baby Zetty replied in a pitiable manner. "Come, I’ll fix you something." Jay held Baby Zetty's hand and walked downstairs. However... Jay paused in his steps when he walked past the glass room on the garden balcony. With his falcon-like eyes, he peered into the glass room and saw a telescope pointed at his house. "What’s that?" he asked, puzzled. Fortunately, he knew that Baby Zetty’s mother was blind. Otherwise, he would start making wild conjectures.

I let out laughter, bringing my hand to tap over the slender thin fur-coated creature. Oriel is my pet Weasel since way back, and together with the rest of his many brothers and sisters, we make a family of our own. The hooting of an Owl distilling the night air also retrieves my smile and I turn in time with a large grew and white Owl gliding down in the air. I shriek, mixing my footing and falling back to land on my butt with a wince. With a faint frown on my face, I regard the large bird perching on my shoulder, “Hey, that’s no friendly greeting at all”.

The sixth is an empty space and for lease and Kenzo is planning to rent it for his small haven. Until now, eventhough, he's already an adult, he's still staying at their old house with his parents and little sister. His mother, Olivia, doesn't want him to be in another place, unless, he's married. His father, Lucas, doesn't contradict his mother to avoid long discussions. His little sister, Sky, is a blessing for them. His parents weren't expecting her but Heaven gave her to them. Yara reached Abstract Worx. She paid the cab and went out of the car. She breathed deeply trying to calm herself. "I can do this!" She said to herself and walked towards the building's entrance.

“Tell me about that.” Luz leaned his head back against the stone rim of the tub, eyes drifting toward the ceiling as he searched for the words. A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of his mouth– the kind of smile that had once made the village children chase his horse. “It was not grand,” he said, his voice soft and nostalgic. “Not like the stories the bards sing about kings and castles. It was just… a house. Somewhere with a garden, maybe. A place where the wind did not carry the smell of iron or smoke.” He traced a slow line down her arm with his thumb. “I dreamed about waking up and not having to check my blade first. About sitting at a table and knowing that the person across fro

The laughing and yelling. "It is loud in here, huh." Owl spoke from beside her as they walked. "Mhmm! It goes on until sunset!" "Do you follow a curfew?" "Yes, we do. After all, most of us are scared of the dark. We do not have electricity in here so we rely heavily on our oil lamps. It's expensive too." Owl covered his head with his hood as he felt the sun's heat slowly burning his skin. Sweat formed from the side of his neck. He took a deep breath and followed the young woman.