Owl House Comic Novels & Stories

Olivera keeps his hands on my hips, eyes bore into the rogues who move swiftly to clean up their mess of a dead friend, and when they are all turned away, that's when Olivera pounces. He shifts, his wolf snapping the mortal necks of the two guys closest to us, both of them too stunned to shift and fight back before they are also dead on the floor. The last guy has time, his wolf timid and scrawny, nothing like the dark, brooding wolf of Olivera's that snarls an ungodly noise.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

Olivia retorted at the top of her voice, emphasizing each word to be sure it sinked into his thick skull. “Oh right! I forgot you weren't human” She taunted further, muttering under her breath. Except she knew Liam could hear, he had advanced hearing. Liam growled so loud that she moved backward away from him. It was as if he was fighting for control with his wolf, she could see his eyes changing color. oh this wasn't good! “pup” She saw him snarl maliciously. It was definitely his wolf. Her hands became sweaty, heartbeat increasing in pace as he stalked slowly towards her. Olivia took a step backwards with each step he took, until her back hit a hard wall, oh no! She was trapped between him

"It's an observation, supposedly from you." Ralph snatched the paper, his face darkening as he studied. "I failed to write this," he growled. "The antique cottage," Olivia said. "That's where she must have long past." Without every other phrase, Ralph shifted into his large black wolf. Olivia accompanied fit, her russet fur glowing in the moonlight. Together, they raced through the forest, the rest of the quest party struggling to keep up. At the cottage, Hera drifted in and out of attention. Through the haze, she heard voices arguing.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, Oliver crouched beside me with a small notebook in hand and solemnly read aloud his thought report from the night before. "...In summary, when my owner blasted weird, loud, and annoying noises on the outdoor dancer speaker yesterday, she profoundly expressed her unique insight into postmodern deconstructive art. Her uniquely independent spirit deeply captivated me. "I love her so much that I'm drawn to her like a moth to a flame." He finished reading and looked at me expectantly. "My owner, did I use that phrase correctly?" "Half correct," I said, mixing paint without looking up. "You're definitely the moth, but I'm not the flame; I'm an electric bug zap

“Will I be able to stay here?” “It would be most beneficial, actually,” he confirmed. “We worked hard to build up a significant presence in the pack that most closely aligned with what us Wulvers stand for.” I let out a sigh of relief, melting back into Oliver’s chest. He absently caressed my shoulders, but I could tell something was bothering him. “When did you figure out Lya was a wolf?” he blurted, pulling Liam’s attention away from the river.

Olivia looked at the sketch and saw that she had drawn a big hycwen and a werewolf fighting each other. Olivia bit back tears and quickly wiped off her cheeks to show no sign of nervousness. If she would get nervous, Sarah would get nervous too and that was not something either of them wanted. Olivia smiled at the sketch and caressed her daughter by gently moving her hands from her head to her back, “That looks so good Sarah. Would you like to come out? We have a guest with us.” Sarah had been coloring the hycwen with a pastel green shade and her fingers stopped scratching against the paper lightly before she looked at her mother again.

asks my mentor by way of greeting, “was it Colt again? Did he poke another porcupine? Or try and catch another rattler? Kick a hornets nest?” Colt is a cub not long away from his first merge with his wolf but lacking any common sense and self-preservation. Not that different from most thirteen-year-olds of any species. Olive has treated him so many times over the years, she has a cot with his name written on it, just waiting.

They’re just stories. A week passes by the same as the last, Alaric once again hiding from her as she continues to walk through, still with the same questions she had before. She enters the cemetery, eyes glancing to the floor as she steps over the fallen branches of the tree. Looking up, her body stops. Olivia’s eyes widen as she stares at what can only be described as a wolf, but it’s big and somehow different. Gazing in shock, her body trembles as she considers screaming. She has her proof now. Proof that something is happening here.

Not a favorable sign. "Oliver -" I start when we hear a loud howl and we sprint towards it in seconds. It's Jax and he's not at all estatic. Oliver is the first one that hurls through the canopy of leaves rushing towards the group of human hunters; knocking a few of them down. His paws pressing into their abdomen as he snarls viciously. Another aims his weapon and I attack, trapping his arm between my teeth as the weapon goes off and thankfully it missed Oliver. I return my attention to my bleeding victim, intent on taking his head next if he even bats an eyelash.