Owl House Comic Novels & Stories

Why was I even born? Why do they all despise me? Why does being near me make the Luna tremble? If I had a wolf—if I had any power at all—I’d say: “Oh my, imagine being me—a mere Omega—and making the Luna shake in fear.” The thought made me snort out a laugh before I could stop myself. Luna Ashley, the human-sized can of spray tan, with her bottle-blonde hair brushing her ass, lashes thick enough to fan a wildfire, and an orange glow that made her look like a dehydrated carrot dipped in glitter.

he inquired, feeling distinctly out of place. She drew closer to him, her gaze darting left and right. "Oakwood. I believe Cathy's father rules over this territory." Rowan tucked this information away for future reference. The air was thick with a nauseating mix of blood, decaying meat, sweat, and vomit. He held his breath, casting a glance at Hailey, whose face remained impassive, her eyes betraying no surprise or disgust. A woman clad in scant clothing, her breasts nearly spilling out of her bodice, cooed at Hailey, mistaking her for a man.

Luna left the room and Tyler continued to show me how everything works so I could navigate my way around. "There are some dirty entries in there." Tyler snickered, glancing over at the large, old book in front of me. "What!" I looked up at him. "Like what?" "Flip to page 157." I quickly did, dying of curiosity. As soon as the book was laid open, my hands flew to my mouth and I gasped. "Holy Artemis, it's an illustration of two wolves doing it." I burst out laughing. "Why is that in a medical book?" Then I looked up at him. "Oh my Goddess, and you memorized the page number!"

Dove smiled arrogantly. "You're stalling them, why? What does Chad gain if any of them die?" Moon asked, getting mad. "As we spea,, Jo and his wolves es are on their way to pay those the Royals left behind, unprotected so they could find a cure for Aisha. They should,be putting them in their prisons now." Dove laughed.

While lost in her deep thought Kim still feels there's a movement outside the manor. Ace came into the living room with several bodyguards, "Miss Swann, please come visit the old man." Imperial hospital. In the VVIP ward on the top floor of the inpatient department, William Owl is in a rage, "All of them are a bunch of useless waste! For so many days, none of you found Kim under your nose!" The old man is worthy of being the last leader of the Owl family and has a strong deterrent power. All bodyguards knelt on the ground. Ace is also under pressure, escorting Kim into the door.

"Little jerk." I walked from Kord's magical landscape back into my body. The huge owl was waiting for me on the couch. "We have a problem," Oliver said from behind Kord.

“Anyway, the urge has been growing greater and greater, and my wolf wants to paw at him. What if she's right? What if the moon goddess meant it and he is my mate? I've not met his wolf, but I can hear him calling at mine, and when our skin touches, I feel like I'm exploding. He does all these little things that make me want to claim him as mine even though I'm an Omega. Like yesterday when I had my regular nightmare, he stayed through the night and let me hold his hand. You should have seen it, so pale. I probably squeezed the circulation out of it Char.” Charity turned to her, eyes widened like a puppy's. “Oh, that is the most adorable thing ever! He likes you too, and he's doing a terrible

With that, he sprinted towards the forest, effortlessly leaping over the tall fence. After an hour of relentless running, they finally halted, their howls echoing under the luminous full moon. Oliver's senses heightened as he detected faint rustling behind him. He swiftly pivoted, his gaze fixated on the four lurking wolves. "Rogues!" he snarled, his voice filled with anger. Three of the wolves cowered, recognizing the authority in Oliver's voice. Fear flickered in their eyes, causing them to shrink back the last wolf stood it ground, its eyes gleaming with defiance

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

“Want to share one?” “I never turn down sweets.” He grabs a plate and two forks and goes onto the screened-in porch. “You seem to like it out here.” “I do.” I flick on the overhead fan, feeling the heat of the day hit us as soon as we step out. “And Tulip does too.” Owen smirks. “I have a really good crazy cat lady joke right now.” “No pussy jokes anymore?” He laughs. “I can always come up with one.” “I’m sure you can come up with one.”