Owl House Comic Novels & Stories

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.

I snarled at him, darting towards him, revealing my fangs and glowing eyes as my wolf growled in anger. “You don't have a say in whatever concerns me so shut it and leave. Both of you.” I ordered, restraining myself from clawing his neck out. I got a smile from Oliver instead while he took three steps backwards with his hands raised up in surrender. “It's funny how you expect me to believe that none of these is because of that slut.” Olivia spoke, her face pinged on the floor. “You know what? I'm tired of trying to make you see the truth.” I turned to take my leave.

--- Ronan Thorn. Even now, I could feel him like a shadow at the edge of my mind. Miles away, in the cold halls of Winter Hollow, he sat alone, the ancient scroll with my name before him, trembling in his hands. The Returned Wolfe… Amira. The words throbbed in his mind like a drumbeat of destiny. He ran his fingers across the parchment again, desperate to make sense of it. The prophecy, the bloodline, the warnings of the council—it all converged into one undeniable truth: the omega he had been forced to reject, the girl he had called fate… was not only alive, she was the last of the Bloodbound.

“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.

Haven’s gaze shifts briefly to Atlas, then back to Iris. “Will you come watch?” A small question. But not small at all. “I will,” Iris says. Haven nods once, satisfied. Then she turns and walks away again. Purpose in every step. Oliver appears a moment later, quieter than both of them. He does not run. He just arrives. “I finished in the healing wing,” he says. “There was a wolf with a broken hand.” Iris studies him. “And?” “It is not broken anymore.” Simple.

But Kai ignored him, "You better keep your mouth shut, dumbass! At least, I didn't eat my aunt's dildo like you." "I didn't eat it, tight ass! I merely swallowed it… and threw it out at her feet after turning back normal!" Oliver's voice was edged with embarrassment. But it provided the guys some much needed air of delight and they could look around with deep inquisitiveness. "Scatter around in the city and look for a golden colored wolf." Jake's voice made them stiffen up again. "We know what a Moonfolk wolf looks like, bitch." Jake shook his head in annoyance at Oliver's remark.

Zayle was already going to be pissed. “What the hell does that…?” There was a pause. “THE ACTUAL FUCK?” I felt a hand on my cheek and I opened my eye. My other one seemed to get the most of the hot liquid and hurt to open. Oliver was looking at me, his face a mixture of rage and worry. “This stupid rogue Omega thought he could talk back to us.” Frankie laughed. “He can crawl back out of the hole he came out of.” “You stupid, stupid pup.” Oliver’s wolf came forward and I grabbed his shoulder to stop him from getting up.

So I pounced on one of them while the other one jumped on my back. After knocking the one underneath me unconscious, I dropped down and rolled on my back, crushing the other warrior. Olivia rushed to the controls and opened the gates when howls were heard from the mansion. We turned around to see a large black wolf come running in our direction, its brown eyes blazing with fury. Alessandro. When the gate had opened enough for us to slip through, Olivia pulled the lever to start closing it again. But the gate kept opening. “It doesn’t work.” She groaned. “It’s too slow.”

Woah! The men stood up and eyed the black wolf warily while he focused on the brown wolf. Then he let out a snarl and jumped on the brown wolf before tearing off his throat, spraying blood all over the alley. Olivia gulped down the bile that rose in her throat and forced herself not to vomit. She wanted to stay unnoticed and let the men fight their way.

A sob comes out of my throat and I can’t help but wonder if they can hear me or if they even care, there is no way I am going back down there to fave them all again, I don’t care what punishment is headed my way I refuse to be down there to entertain them. I cannot believe that’s Lucien Darkwood, he is the most hated and loathed wolf around and his reputation is one to make your blood run cold. Lucien Darkwood is every young woman’s nightmare he is a sick fuck who gets off on humiliating and then torturing the people he sleeps with and then pays them off to keep their mouth shut.