Owl House Comics Novels & Stories

"Start talking. Everything. From the beginning. How did they capture you? What did they do to you? And how the hell did you get out?" I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over me again. "It's... it's a long story, Uncle Marcus." "I've got time," he said flatly. "And thinking you were either dead or being dissected in some underground lab, I deserve the full story." I took a deep breath, trying to figure out where to even start. "Okay. So… Olivia is a wolf too. From a pack." Uncle Marcus's eyebrows shot up. “Ryan…"

the man who had carried me answered, “He froze when she screamed. Looked completely lost.” I opened my eyes fully, and the first thing I saw was the steering wheel. I was in the backseat, a coat over my shoulder, and two men riding at the front. “She's an omega.” Said the one behind the steering, “Boss let an omega mark him. All of his grieving widow's behavior after the claim was for an omega.” “Like a wife whose husband went to war, I tell you.” The other snorted, “From when he showed up, the former Boss, goddess bless his soul, knew he was deranged. I see it now.”

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”

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!"

An hour later, Olivia walked into Moss’ office. She could see that the atmosphere was really tense. Apart from Hansel there were three other agents in presence. Olivia immediately recognized the two agents sitting opposite to Moss. One of them was agent Kai sparrow, a 16-year-old Native American warlock. He was a tall guy with dark hair and piercing hazel eyes. Although he was notorious for his arrogance, Olivia felt that he was very capable. The other one was Skin Walker. He was a shapeshifter and Olivia didn’t know much about him. He was around 17. He had the appearance of a typical rebel at high school. She didn’t however recognize the women sitting on the right. She was petite and had lo

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

Howl! Tyr didn’t expect to hear such a painful howl in a long time, not even with the wolves in Moon Stone during their first turns. But just like what Zane told him, his wolf looked almost exactly like him with just some dark shade of dark red coat on its back, and a slightly pale nose. Growl!

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.

“Go run to that thing you need to get to already.” Yeah, the reason our little picnic got cut short was because Ollie had to meet with his family. Apparently, it was custom that the elders be informed whenever someone from the outside learned about their family secret. And what secret was that, you ask? It was the secret that Oliver King was, and I couldn’t believe I actually believed it, a werewolf. Correction, Ollie was a teen wolf, and not that MTV show version either, but something far more primal and terrifying, but honestly, also pretty cool now that I’ve had time to absorb it.

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.