Owl House Abomination Novels & Stories

These weren't mere rogues; they were instruments of something far older, far more twisted. One of their largest, a beast of a wolf with matted black fur and a missing eye, lunged past my direct line of sight, heading straight for my flank where Olivia was positioned. My wolf roared. Before I could pivot, before I could reach her, Liam, bless his loyal hide, intercepted. But the black wolf was too strong, too infused with dark power. It threw Liam aside, then snarled, its focus solely on Olivia. My blood ran cold. No.

Which made it confusing how she had done so much damage to the rogues. One of the rogues had claimed that the she-wolf had half shifted and held that half shift while fighting them. Half shift is a learned skill that few master. For an underage she-wolf to do that and inflict damage on rogues, it was impressive. I smiled. Maybe the she-wolf would be worth the trouble of an unauthorized visit to her pack.

he asked. "It was up in the attic with everything else. I found it last Halloween, shortly after I moved into the house." "Interesting. Well, where do you want it? He should have a place of honor. You know Halloween is an unofficial holiday for wolves." Jamie gave him a skeptical look. "I don't think I've ever heard that before. Wait. You're just making it up right?" He shook his head. "Not at all. I, uh, read it somewhere before."

It was a vast opening, a dark tunnel only illuminated by oil lamps carried by the witches. They entered a tunnel only to be attacked by abominations and dark creatures from the wetland. The abominations resembled zombies to Diana, and she reminded herself they were already dead. They all looked alike, except for one crucial detail. She could distinguish the dead from the living by their eyes.

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.

It was the Armitage pack house, and we were home. There wasn’t anyone around, and it was nearly silent: no howling, shouts, alarms going off, or anything, even though the Armitage pack council had to be chewing their own claws off by now, with no word from Matthew or Ian. The only sound was the squawking and hooting of an unusually annoying owl in the cluster of pines to our left. “Ian,” I said quietly, “this is why you need wards. The owl’s the only one who noticed a powerful sorcerer and a master vampire just materialized inside your territory carrying the unconscious pack leader like a sack of potatoes.”

"Humans, werewolves, all the races... they need a world that can embrace everyone. You and Salome can create it." Two months later, news of Lukas arrived. "He's lost his mind," Oren reported. "The bloodline scandal and the duel shattered him. He roams his castle, roaring about reclaiming his lost pureblood honor." "And?" I asked. "Last night, he tried to summon the Abyss God himself, hoping to gain more power," Oren's voice turned grim. "He didn't know the Abyss does not bargain with those it considers weak." "Is he dead?" "Worse than dead," Salome said, stepping from the shadows. "I dealt with him. He's now sealed in the deepest pit of the Shadowmire. He won't be harming anyone, ever again.

The roar of the approaching creatures shook the safehouse like an earthquake, their monstrous forms crashing through the underbrush outside. Gale stood in his wolf form, Kane's powerful body braced against the doorway, fur matted with blood from his wounds. The woman's sudden disappearance left a void filled only by the acrid scent of her dark magic, but the real threat was closing in—these beasts, summoned by the Crescent Order, their eyes glowing like embers in the night. They weren't wolves; they were abominations, twisted hybrids of shadow and flesh, their limbs elongated and jagged with bone-like protrusions.

"Hold up, I'll stop you there uncle, I'm sorry. Ehm, you called her owl-something and akwshinis, did I get that right?" "No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chos

The girl gave him a smirking look. Foxie walked away from the opponent after a few seconds. It's just in its normal dog-like form. That indicates that this one isn't quite fully prepared yet. Werewolves that can transform into humanoid forms, like Lawrence, are much more powerful and difficult to deal with.