Owl House Abomination Novels & Stories

“Now, he sends his toys.” The ice walls exploded outward, and monstrous forms surged into the cavern. Wolves twisted and malformed, their bodies fused with unnatural machinery, rushed toward the pack. Their howls were warped, more machine than beast. Annabel didn’t hesitate. “Hold the line!” she shouted. “Don’t let them separate us!” The pack moved as one, forming a defensive circle. The first wave of abominations hit hard, their claws striking with mechanical precision. Annabel tore through one, its synthetic flesh peeling back to reveal glowing wires and exposed steel.

Ollie really had no other word to describe Werewolves but edgy. It was nothing like what a teenager's room should have looked like but yet once again, Ollie had been stunned into silence. Lilac had been nonchalant while introducing her to the grotesque place she called a room. There were variously sized animal bones then clawed out eyeballs in jars, and even a human finger that held a ring on it laying in a glass case like it was a precious gem.

“It’s okay. Diana, Devon. Mommy will protect you no matter what. I will not let anything bad happen to you. I promise.” Both of them nodded, and I was so proud to see their determination to fight. My two little warriors. Putting the weight of the Pack’s safety on their small shoulders. We went straight to the underground tunnel where the tomb of the Shadow Wolf King was placed. But before Olivia could even open the hatch, something like dark matter struck her stomach so powerfully that she flew away, several meters out from the entrance of the underground tomb of the Shadow Wolf King. “OLIVIA!” It happened so fast that I froze. I was shocked and saw how Olivia puked fresh blood as she tried

“I don't think neither of you got infected, but we'll check again once we know what we're dealing with.” “I smelled Turmeric on both patients, think we’re dealing with coven witches?” said Eva, sniffing the air toward Emma and Jessica. “I’m not smelling it on them.” “We’re dealing with something worse. Coven witches might have a hand in this, but there is something else at play. Owil’s connection to his wolf was cut off as if someone highjacked it, wanting to summon and control his wolf. We’ll need to run some tests to determine what he’s been injected with. Whatever this is, it's still cooking in Wilson’s system, and it has already begun damaging his connection to his wolf.”

Oliver hisses, I look over to him and raise a questioning eyebrow. Mum mentioned a long time ago that Liverpool heirs had a hybrid bloodline … part-witch, part-wolf. We assumed it died out in the last few generations since none of the offspring have shown signs of magic, that we are aware of. These days, it isn’t unusual to have hybrid bloodlines, mostly because it was a lot easier to find your mate, and a lot of people are now more accepting of the supernatural world. Human-wolf hybrids are more common than part-witch or part-vampire. Oliver just shakes his head and sighs, “I don’t like to deal with Eleanor Badrot and her coven unless I really have to, she’s a bitch to deal with and always

Death, that was the scent that seemed to have seeped into the very walls of the once brightly lit home, now shrouded in thick black curtains that covered every window. The pack was preoccupied with the abomination that they had missed the presence of their enemies in their own town. Far too concerned with that atrocity, Alexa Winters, to notice that their precious little human town had become the home of something darker, something far more sinister than even she, and something she wasn’t afraid of involving in her plan to rid the world of that teenaged brat. ‘Well, well, well, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit little wolf,’

And they had all voted Lucas as Oliver was in such a bad mood that they knew a little rile up, and Oliver was going to become a flaming werewolf out for blood. Oh, he was going to enjoy the look on Dawsons face when he set his plan in motion. Wicked man. He. Had been about to give his daughter out on a platter to an old man to breed pups for him, albefeire he left her to the great beyond. His mate…hell no.

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm Orvyn's POV "Who could have done this?" Ruffus slumped into his chair, the wood creaking slightly under his heavy weight. Gloom and unspoken fear radiated his features. Like everyone else on the Table, he was afraid for the safety of the House. The Omicrons are the souls of lost werewolves who could not be absolved of their crimes. The Moon Goddess suffered them rest, confining them to the underworld with insatiable hunger. Not for blood, but for souls.

They were none other than Old Hagstorm and Old Ophis. The Insect Ruler was instantly stunned. “Insect Ruler, stop daydreaming.” Old Hagstorm looked at the Insect Ruler and grinned. “The abominations you created have already been burned to ashes. They won’t appear here.”

The heavy glass of the balcony doors didn't shatter; it disintegrated into fine, white powder. Two men stepped into the room. They weren't wolves. They weren't human. They were tall, gaunt, and dressed in robes of blindingly white silk that seemed to glow with an inner radiance. Their faces were obscured by silver masks that lacked eyes—only smooth, polished metal where a gaze should be. "The Abomination," one of them spoke. His voice didn't sound like it came from a throat; it sounded like the grinding of stones. "The Silver Spark that threatens the Great Night."