Owl House Comics Novels & Stories

OLD WAR The new land of animals was decided into few parts, the reptiles, predators, preys and birds, and they all had agreed in the past to go into war with all human races for mass animal sacrifice, and they never get to fight the war before the whole world exit, the old war was still in their plan, and had prayed that one day they will discover the ships and destroy all.racers of human, when the rabbit arrived among preys, he told what he had seen to his his parents, though they were scared but they needed to take precautions, as they knew once the news get to predators or reptiles, they would definitely not have a second thought before going to war, they on their side were the week side

Then they started walking back to where they had gone before. “Isn't it just a normal wolf?” Lawrence inquired as he tailed William once more. William came to a halt and turned to face his friend, saying, “A wolf? Yes... but no! I've seen one. The wolf isn't like that. Their eyes don't glow like that of an animal.” He then resumed his walk. Lawrence responded, “Glow like what? I'd never seen anything like that earlier.” “Seriously, bro? Its eyes were glowing like a golden treasure, how can you not notice that?” William said, unconvinced.

Wolves shifted and headed out without hesitation, pulling out keys, weapons. I watched them go and felt something cold coil beneath my ribs. They came back empty. One by one, then in pairs. Each return stripped another layer of hope from the room. No snapped branches. No blood. No disturbed earth. No lingering scent to follow. Not even a smear of panic or fear. Nothing. Lucas finally turned to me, jaw tight. “Owen’s route took him north,” he said. “Toward the old Moonstone border.” That alone was enough.

"Can we just ride in the carriage too? This is making me exhausted!" Owl caught the twig and threw it again at her. The twig tangled against Yvonne's hair. "Do you want to be skewered? Quit whining and just keep on moving." "Ugh." Yvonne lowered her speed. "This is why I hate working with you guys. We don't even get paid!" Owl ignored her and focused ahead on the trail. Suddenly he catches a bright, glowing, and disfigured creature blocking the trail ahead. "Target spotted." Owl casually informed.

CHAPTER 3 13 months ago Oswald scanned the narrow street carefully, making sure to see no one had been on his tail. He pulled the cloak closer to himself as he trotted down an alleyway lined with algae. He watched children play with 'snowballs' and wrestle themselves in their wolf form. He watched a woman tendering to the apple tree just outside her house. He was yanked off the alleyway almost immediately, and he found himself inside a dark room, and his supposed captor closing the door quickly.

Reminded me who I was, but then another memory exploded inside my mind. I saw a cradle made from silver branches. I saw moonlight shining across a sleeping child. I saw the First Wolf standing nearby. Her enormous silver form filled the sky itself. Yet despite her size, her eyes held sorrow. The kind of sorrow that only comes from making an impossible choice. Then another figure emerged from the darkness. The Hollow Creator. Not broken. Not insane. Not yet. Its appearance was different. Gentler. Brighter. It watched the child with affection. With love.

Before we could get too carried away, an owl’s call woke us from what we were doing, and Alex moved his face from mine. “I have to get rid of these bodies,” he whispered. I pulled him in for one more kiss, brushing my hands through his bloody beard. “Okay.” He got up and sprinted back toward his car, opening his trunk, which surprisingly still worked. I was unsteady on my legs, but found I was able to get up, relying on my left arm as my right shoulder was still sore. I limped over to him, and he helped me put on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt that he pulled out of a duffel bag. Once he was also dressed, he started hauling the bodies into the woods. I did my best to help, following him as

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

Tala crushed the phone in her grip then threw it down "I'm going now, if I see your face anywhere but here or in town, I will kill you" "Understood" With a last glare at her Tala walked round her and left the house. Odine fell back in the couch with a gasp of relief, so this is what is meant by never challenge a werewolf, just like a child will eventually grow up, an Omega will eventually become an Alpha, they might not pose a threat in the beginning, but there is a truth behind the term dogs don't forget and Odine experienced that first hand.