Owl House Abomination Novels & Stories

he asked causing me to be the one with furrowed eyebrows. "I never heard the phone go off" I explained causing him to sigh. "Her screams and sobs were" I said pausing before taking a deep breath "they were deafening" I said finally finding a word to explain it as multiple figures showed up in the doorway. I turn the camera around causing Lucian to move closer to the screen. "Keep me on the phone, I wanna be a part of this" he whispered and then I realized that the four figures climbing up the latter were the vampires and the warlock.

Austin’s Point of View I quickly rush to my car and drove home. I’m sorry, Crissy, that I had to leave you hanging. I need to get to the bottom of this. That scent was strong, and I recognize that scent and the symbol on the crow’s wing. It is the marking of the Volatile pack. Every pack has shapeshifters, and they are made enslaved people for the wolf packs. They depend on us wolves for protection; in return, they do all our dirty work. The Volatile pack is the one trying to take over my pack. How did they find us? We need to quiet him before he can report and reveal our location.

A twisted combination of wolf and darkness, its body shimmering with black energy, it was unlike anything I had ever seen. "What is that?" With a quivering voice, Chelsea inquired. "An abomination," Dominick remarked in a chilly tone. "By means of black magic." Unexpectedly, the beast attacked, its claws tearing through the air. Dominick shoved me away and snarled fiercely in response to the assault. "Remain back, Lisa!" He yelled while using his claws to cut the beast. "No chance," I whispered as I moved to his side, holding my blade firmly. Dominick's POV

“Pathetic.” From the shadows, the hooded figure shifted, finally moving forward. His presence pressed on me like a mountain, his aura wrong, impure and suffocating. When his hand shot out and gripped my chin, I tried to jerk away, but the silver rattled and held fast. He wasn't a human or a wolf for sure, he was an abomination. “Look at me,” he commanded under his hood. His hood fell back just enough for me to see the eyes. His eye were unnatural, swirling with something too old to name.

His face was half-covered in bone—like a mask welded to his skin—and behind him surged a new army. Not wolves. Not even monsters. Abominations. Grotesque mockeries of wolves, twisted by forbidden magic. Their bodies hunched, spines broken in unnatural ways, their fur patchy and matted with rot. Some walked on two legs. Others dragged their limbs like broken marionettes. Their eyes glowed with a sick green light. Their breath hissed with acidic vapor, melting the grass where they walked. And among them— I saw Lana. Or… what was left of her.

And then a third. The ground seemed to rumble under them, and the air began trembling as the noise grew and the source of it finally appeared. From the interior of the main building, three colossal, mutated wolves stormed forward. Their fur was covered with strange patches and jagged muscles that bulged as if their very flesh had been reshaped with cruelty and science. Their eyes glowed red in the gloom, dripping with a strange foul smelling fluid. Their jaws were overlarge, with teeth that looked like jagged broken pieces of steel. Their claws were elongated, twisted into deadly hooks, and they moved with a terrible speed that made Damon growl in warning. “Behold!” Elias roared, throwing hi

But it was what stood behind him that made the warriors’ blood run cold. Dozens of abominations crawled and marched out of the trees. Some were the purple eyed ones they had seen before faster, leaner, and more erratic. But behind them were the black eyed ones, massive, hulking creatures of charred skin and twisted bone, their presence radiating a pure malice. “Hasssk!” They hissed in unison, the sound like steam escaping a pipe, as they fixed their gaze on the villa. Lihont looked up at the moon, then at the lit windows of the master suite where the shadows of two figures moved behind the glass. A dark and twisted smile spread across his face.

She is walking with her hands behind her, her eyes on her feet while trying her very best to not make unneccessary noise such as the sound of her footsteps. As they walk, Sophia noticed how dirty the place is; there are rats running around the place, very disgusting distinct smell in the air that makes her want to vomit, and dry bloodstains on the wall. If she wasn't following Vincent she most probably just get out of the building. It wasn't just disgusting, the whole place is also creepy. It looks like an abandoned place with a murderer living under the ground, watching them and waiting for a perfect time to attack them. It might seem she is overreacting but it is what she truly feel.

“Whatever’s gone on between the witches and werewolves of New York is none of my fucking business. What’s important now is how to stop The Owl.” “Let’s say we believe you,” I said. “What the hell is The Owl?” “Not what,” she said. “Who.” “The Owl is a person?” I asked. “Yeah. A warlock. A very, very powerful warlock.” “And how do you know all this?” Nathan asked. “Because…” she said, looking away, “I got the vision of everything.” Her voice trembled, and I heard the fear in it. I didn’t want to buy into whatever she was saying, but deep down, I already believed her. She was telling the truth.

she trailed off and her eyes widened. “He's a what?” Wayne asked. “A half human, half werewolf. A halfblood,” she stated. “What?” “I know. His family hates him for it. I don't know why I saw them, but I think Walter knows something,” Olive said firmly. “We'll go see Mufasa later.” “How long have I been out?” “Three days. And you don't know how bored I've been with my life. The most boring three days of my life,” Wayne puffed air out and Olive laughed. This mate of hers.