Novel & Cerita Owl House Abomination

She started laughing hard and even pretended to wipe tears from the edge of her eyes. "I hate it when you forget your place, Olive. You are the one who is inside a cell, how dare you scare me with those useless blue eyes. You know what, my mother usually reads my stories about a powerful ancient race of werewolf healers. They possess an element that would guide them to heal any kind of illness or wound, and she emphasizes everything. They are powerful and have a great intellect capability." She pouted and acted sad. "I always adore them until I met you. She was wrong."

“All for what? To become this... abomination?” Olivine… clearly no longer Olivine, but a creature twisted by hatred and ambition snarled, his voice distorted and reverberating. “I am more than you could ever comprehend now, Visaris,” he hissed, his claws flexing as he advanced, his every step a tremor in the floor. “You will die knowing that everything you valued was beneath me. You will die knowing I was the one who was chosen.”

“Abigail, please. This isn’t a ‘superpower’ thing. It’s just... weird. Wolves don’t half-transform. One minute, I’m freezing to death on a mountain with Mom, the next, I’ve got a tail and claws.” “Well, clearly it’s in the family,” I said, raising my eyebrows. “Maybe we should talk to the doctor. He knows everything, right? He probably has the scoop on our whole family tree.” Owen stared at me like I was nuts. “The doctor? At midnight? You wanna go ask him now? What are we, personal detectives?”

I looked towards the door and met her standing there, meaning she never left but stood close by. “That means my suspicion was right,” she said, stepping into the room, and shutting the door close. “The Dark Blood Rogue is back again for the fifth time this week. Before last night’s chase, I had placed a spell in-between Wolf Fall and Werecats valley, to trap the beast when he crosses it. But there was no trigger, meaning…” “Meaning he never left. He’s here in Wolf fall,” I completed, realizing something shocking. Thelma, who grinned at my understanding, said, “That could only mean one thing, my Queen.”

“These are not wolf markings, Rebel. They are from the Coven of the Pale Moon, a group of witches and warlocks who were exiled centuries ago for practicing blood manipulation. They believe that magic should only belong to those of pure blood. They hate the idea of a hybrid, especially one who sits on a throne of this magnitude. My own people, the warlocks who stayed loyal to the crown, have been tracking their movements for years, but we did not think they would strike here.” “So, Tahlia reached out to them?” Rebel asked, her voice tight. “Or they reached out to her,” Dakota corrected. “They found a woman who was drowning in jealousy and gave her a life raft made of thorns. The blood charm d

“I thought you might want to see who the wolf is.” Owen’s head tilted to the side and he looked back at me, his eyes still held that golden light from his demon being so close. I watched his nostrils flare for a moment, “Congratulations.” “Thank you.” I dipped my head. Abby came up closer to me, careful not to touch me. I knew that her sisters had been pulling from her with their own babies and she had to be careful not to awaken the desire of others, lest her succubi wake to feed. It had created many moments that her mates had to rescue her from.

The air didn't smell like rain anymore; it smelled like ozone and rotting lilies—the signature scent of the High Coven. Four figures stepped from the shadows, draped in obsidian robes that seemed to leak darkness onto the pavement. They didn't carry weapons; they carried a scroll sealed with black wax and a sickly green energy. "The High Priestess sends her regards," the lead messenger hissed, his voice like grinding stones. He tossed the scroll at Kyle’s feet. "The 'Abomination' belongs to the Coven. The Medina Pack has until the blood moon to surrender her, or the river will run red with wolf blood."

She looked around and saw no one. Instead she came face to face to the street view. She held onto the bannister and lazily leaned on them as she gazed at the dark silhouettes in the night. Their apartment building is located in a secluded part of their town and on the far front is the Alterax woods. The trees lined up in front with some infested with fireflies making them look shimmering.

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.

“You sold her out to them? You told them to kill her?!” “She’s unstable,” Dorian replied with a shrug, now standing just outside the witches’ protection circle. “You’ve seen it. She burned down half the facility. She can’t even reach her own wolf anymore. And let’s not forget, this power—this thing inside her—it’s not just Fae. It’s beyond us all.” “She’s still Olivia! My mate,” I shouted. Dorian looked at me then—really looked—and I saw a flicker of something close to fear in his eyes. “That’s the problem.”