Owl House Comic Novels & Stories

My father asked Mathias. “No, however, Odeia has seen a war coming and we believe he is a huge part of it. When one of our Clans was attacked, the first time we saw the Crawlers, there was a rogue wolf Lamia recognized. She called him Oliver…” A collective growl from the table erupted at the mention of his name. “… It was after that, that Orion appeared to us in Lonely City.” “I hope to fuck you can keep her safer than her last mate from Oliver.” Mike spat venomously.

I screamed, trying to get to him. Oliver looked unphased, not even a tremble. He turned his head towards Jack, “Are we sure his wolf is dormant?” He asked. Jack chuckled at his question. “All good Ollie, no worries,” he told his comrade. “Do you hear me, Oliver? I will fucking kill you if it’s the last thing I do!” I began to shout, still tugging on the cuffs and chains that linked them. I lunged forward “You piece of shit cowar…. ARGGGHHHH”

The growl sounded again, making Moses curse under his breath. “Keep moving,” I said, not caring if my voice could be heard. “Stay behind me. If something comes, I’ll deal with it alone.” We stepped forward again, slower this time, walking closer to the sound. Then, I saw two glowing eyes appear in the dark ahead. It was red and I knew immediately that it wasn't Caleb, but a rogue wolf. It crouched low, bared his teetth, and blocked our way. The female whimpered, clinging to the wall. “He found us.”

Then Rhea and Mara appeared on opposite sides of us, circling. “Elara, look at me.” I grabbed both her hands now, ignoring the heat, ignoring the pain. “Don’t use the Owlshard again. You can’t.” Her head dropped forward. And then Dorian’s voice rose again. “I don’t care anymore! Kill them both! I’ll take the Owlshard from her corpse!” Everything broke after that. Wolves rushed us. Harrow charged from the left. Jacob whispered some twisted chant that made the ground split. I pulled Elara behind me and sliced through the first wolf that came close—but I was too slow. Too tired.

He watched as she crawled back, away from him, and he felt his heart twist in pain at her actions. But then, Oliver and Kennedy were still fighting the other two Rarewolves, dodging their claws and snapping jaws. They were a fearsome duo, working together to fight off the creatures. Just as they seemed to be gaining the upper hand, one of the Rarewolves managed to land a blow on Oliver, knocking him to the ground. He was dazed, and the Rarewolf raised its claws to strike a fatal blow.

The little black cat curled up in her lap as usual. "Tonight we find out the real skinny on this, kitty," she murmured as she opened the heavy book to the page she had marked. "I don't even know what I'm looking for any more but I hope I find it soon." She opened the book to the place she'd marked, two pages of hand-drawn sketches. One of the drawings especially caught her eye. The face of the wolf looked almost human and she had the bizarre feeling the animal was staring out at her from the page.

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.

Conrad says. Nodding, I dart to the closet to retrieve a broom and a dustpan. “Honestly, I’m not the least bit surprised that Ollie turned out to be wolfless,” Hugh says. “She’s already proven herself to have a failing of character. It makes sense for her to be a failure of a werewolf too.” The words sting, but I try not to let it show as I return to the broken glass and begin sweeping it into the dustpan. I nick myself on a shard of glass, but no one seems to notice so I just keep going.

“Man those were crazy times. I remember when you took that one chick you were dating, Ember-“ All of sudden my wolf picked up on movement to my right and a familiar scent hint hit my nose before someone small jumps on me. “Liv! I can’t believe it’s you!” I hug her and pick up a scent off of her shirt but before I can indulge in it she backs away and hits Owen on the shoulder. “Hey Owen! That’s such a great story! I’ll make sure to tell mom and dad the next time I see them.” Olivia busts his balls and all Owen can do is open his mouth like a fish while he tries to think of a way to backpedal while everyone else laughs.

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?