Owl House Comics Novels & Stories

The wolf growled angrily and before the ghoul was in total control of itself after moving at such a speed but failing to get its target, the wolf ran after it, jumped into the air, caught it in its jaws and sent it crashing to the ground. "Well done," Harold commended his wolf and it growled. If his father was with him, apart from the fact that he'll be shocked at what the university was doing - if he didn't know of it, too, he'll be proud of his son. Harold Girard was no longer an Omega. No. He had gone up the totem pole. The wolf ran back to where his friends were and looked up from above at the ghouls which were transfixed by what had happened to four of them in a space of two minutes.

Not a favorable sign. "Oliver -" I start when we hear a loud howl and we sprint towards it in seconds. It's Jax and he's not at all estatic. Oliver is the first one that hurls through the canopy of leaves rushing towards the group of human hunters; knocking a few of them down. His paws pressing into their abdomen as he snarls viciously. Another aims his weapon and I attack, trapping his arm between my teeth as the weapon goes off and thankfully it missed Oliver. I return my attention to my bleeding victim, intent on taking his head next if he even bats an eyelash.

“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.

And I was going to find it. My fingers brushed against an old leather-bound journal tucked between thick volumes of pack history. I opened it, feeling the spine creak, and revealed spidery handwriting that was decades old. These pages spoke of some "Blood Moon curse" with a very unclear origin and of some kind of artifact called Owlshard.

the female whispered, her voice shaky. “Quiet,” I hissed. We stood still for a moment, listening to the sound as the scraping grew louder and closer and that was when I accepted that something was in here with us. I moved in front of them, my back straight against the walls. My eyes searched the dark, glowing faintly with my wolf’s sight. The female clutched my arm suddenly. “It’s not just a tunnel. Caleb sometimes sends things down here, some rouge wolves, I’m not sure.”

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

"Obviously! I'm not sleep talking, am I? Now, why am I in a cage? And why are there servants packing most of your stuff? Are you being evicted? Did you finally get caught for all those crimes you've definitely committed?" One corner of his mouth twitched. "What crimes?" "I don't know. I haven't figured them out yet. But I'm sure they exist. You have that villainous look, take it as a compliment as personally I think villains are sexy. Which means almost every one is sexy since we’re villains when someone else is telling the story." “Sometimes your words are surprising for an owl.” “…yeah” Kealen rose from his desk, leaving the papers scattered behind him and walked toward me.

My eyes widened in disbelief as my mouth dropped open, "hellhounds!? Like the ones that were created by Hades? God of the Underworld?" Axil nodded gravely, his eyes flashing with pain briefly before he willed it away. I've read this in an old history book when I was about nine years old, I think. Wolves were basically the living version of a hellhound. When a wolf dies, their soul is sent to the underworld. Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds.