Owl House Comics Novels & Stories

A few hours earlier... An expected call lights up my phone, and Jason Valentine, “the Wolf,” appears on the screen. Oliver was the one who found him and met with his Wolves in the Underground. The Underground is the secret headquarters of the Wolves below the floors of the BCO Hotel I own in Williamsburg. They wanted discreet access to New York, and they needed my territory in Brooklyn, so I gave them what they asked for. Oliver had seen them in action, and I had been supporting their vision for a couple of years now in exchange for protection and aid whenever necessary.

This room barely had any fresh air. He had to finish his business here as soon as possible. With quick steps and movements he began to dismantle the large cupboard in the room. The cupboard was filled with old books, most of them looking like journals. Hugo pulled out some of the journals and placed them on the table. The man flipped through the journal, looking for notes that mentioned the words “wolvire”, “red moon” and “Kliwon Friday”.

Those five wolves were still hanging upside down in the trees but I ordered a couple of warriors to take them back to our pack and lock them straight in the dungeon with the other warriors from this pack that weren’t following Tyler’s orders. They took them away immediately, because we didn’t want the problems while we were cleaning up the mess at our new pack. Tyler took me to the packhouse and we looked around the house. It wasn’t anything special and I wasn’t that fussed about it. I definitely hated the decorating scheme and that’s where we came across the Luna. Sitting on the couch crying. Owen walked over and tried to comfort her but she pushed him away, knowing that he betrayed his fat

"At this point he needs to know, we need him on side, but he said something vague about this pairing of an Alpha to an Omega...it's crucial for them, he even said to not tell you the photo was fake and let you move on. I asked him point blank is there anything we should know about why this pairing is so important and he looked disturbed and told me to mind my own business...did you find out anything more from William or Willow's uncle?" Dean huffed, pacing back and forth clearly agitated. "No, not yet...but I haven't pursued it for obvious reasons...fuck, do they really think it was vampires watching her? Why haven't they made a report?" "Maybe they have..." Mark shrugged. Dean stopped pacin

“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.

The room is empty, which is only a small relief. I’m about to turn away when a note on the desk catches my eye. The desk light is on, the only light in the entire building. Moving closer, I see the paperwork on top of Hunter’s desk includes Ollie’s name a dozen times over. When I’m close enough to read, I freeze. …Ollie’s wolf is stronger than any omega I’ve encountered in the past… …her ability to hide her scent is also remarkable. She has a truly incredible force of will that leads me to believe…

Actually, I didn't want to see her off. Looking at Hannah's back, I quickly called Marsh. As soon as I walked outside, Marsh answered the phone. "What's the matter?" "Do you remember the comic artist Leigh we talked about at noon? Did you watch her comics? You know what? That creator is definitely Olivia. The male protagonist is almost drawn according to you!" I had actually forgotten about the comic. It suddenly became popular two years ago, and my cousin asked me to get a signature. I was nagged a lot, so I took a few glances. The plot is actually very daily, but the drawing style is very good. The male and female protagonists haven't made it clear whether they are together or not.

"The full truth." From inside his jacket, Owen pulled a worn leather book. Its pages yellowed with age, its binding cracked and failing. "This belongs to our family," he explained. "Passed down through generations. It tells of a time when wolves were divided—some following the path of the Moon Goddess, others turning to darker powers." He opened the book to a marked page. On it was a drawing that made Elias's blood run cold—a black wolf with tendrils of shadow stretching from its body, consuming everything in its path.

A rustle erupts to her right, and she squints at the shadow on the ground, her night vision granted by her wolf counterpart allowing Olivia to easily make out the shape of what appears to be an owl, the bird perched higher on the small cliff of soil and leaves. The owl peers back at Olivia for a moment, holding in its beak a worm, and with the sound of another ruffle in the forest, the owl takes off, vanishing through the trees’ crowns. Olivia shrugs and stands from her crouch position, and she quickly dresses herself back, grabs her phone that she tucks in her sweatpants’ pockets, and she trudges to the forest’s outskirts, making her way back to the flat. As Olivia slides the hood of her sw

his eyebrows shoot up and he seems shocked all of a sudden so I quickly drop my eyes to the floor again. Fuck I don’t know where I am or who these men are, or even what they have planned for me. the other two men are still standing in the same spots and they both talk in unison “What pack are you from Carina? We know you are a wolf but there is something not quite right.” What? I blurt out and then quickly realise what I did and again drop my head in a bow and apologise. “I’m from Crimson Hounds Pack sir” The intake of breath I hear tells me they have heard of my pack and the growls I can hear tell me they aren’t fond of how things are run there, my pack is so backwards compared to other pac