Owl House Emperor Belos Novels & Stories

PRINCESS ROWENA'S POV "We called the Great Oracle to test the accuracy of your destiny as the heir of Elowen's crown. The test will without doubt be painful. I expect you to withstand it without embarrassing me," I say to my royal slave, Abel Everhart, the fate's chosen emperor. No one had anticipated the heir to be human since werewolves have always been the dominant species. But Abel's beauty makes him look like a devine species. I would not subject him to more pain if there was another way of affirming without doubt that he is the crown's heir.

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi

Odo unwrapped a small box and pulled out a glowing, gem-encrusted bracelet. “This,” he said, slipping it onto ReNew’s wrist, “is a power-enhancer. Ten times more potent than anything she has now. It’ll protect her—buy her time. And I’m not leaving without the other one. Not again.” “You’re risking everything.” “Then let it be for something.” A heavy door creaked open. Lord Belphegor entered, his horns brushing the top of the archway. “Well, well,” he purred. “What a delightful surprise. And such a… pretty offering.”

He led the way down the stairs and then knocked on the door. “Greetings, Bramêth.” “And to you, Myllyof and Yvayn. I’m glad to see you too Jullious and Termâs. Now Erwaith…don’t you owe…” “Don’t even start that.” Bramêth gave a hardy laugh. He had broad shoulders that bounce as he laughed while his cheeks grew full and flushed. He had wind-baked skin all wrinkled around his dark eyes from squinting quite often in the sunlight that created large crow’s feet around both of his eyes. His hair was becoming gray and flowed down his leather shoulder plate. He was the leader of the Clan Balac of Ozwan and older than Myllyof by a dozen years or so. As the clan leader of the Clan Balac, he lived in t

The prince's broad voice resonated around the cave. A sneer appears on the culprit's beak. "Speak up! His Highness is asking you!" The clamator slams the bird's head against the ground even further. "Hahaha... Looking for someone with eyes rather than a beak is much preferable, don't you agree Your Highness?" Verräter mocked. "What can you see around you, Your Highness?" he added. Aegolus glances around, noting that the entire area is completely ruined. "Perhaps, His Highness is blind," the owl remarked and started chuckling. He came to a halt when he felt the clamator's battle claw begin to clutch his neck.

"How did you get married without my permission, Harriet Goldlane?" Harriet squinted at those dark, hideous eyes. Axias Euclase, the Third Emperor of the Continent of the Euclase Empire, or the nicknamed Blue Dragon Knight who rules the Dawning Sky. The best emperor and most loved by his subjects, and the man who made Harriet his right-hand man. "Especially into that Monster Family, Almandine?" the man asked sharply. "Have you lost your mind?"

he asked placidly. The handsome and fair Orlov was a dashing man with a tall nose with deeply-sunken and blue eyes. He produced a Storage Ring and held it out in his opened palm, "Here are the items you requested, Devil." "Give it here," Chu Xun extended a hand. Orlov bowed again and replied, "I'll need you to first release Angus, revered Devil."

To the edge of her control. “We should expect visitors soon then,” Her father stated brightly. She flashed her teeth at him, elongated canines snapping against her straight teeth as her eyes flashed. Her beast just beneath the surface. Her father growled at her, snapping his head towards her as his eyes flashed to vivid gold. “I understand the wolf does not appreciate imposters but know your place. You doubt me in my old age,” He told her through sharpened teeth.

He lifted his glass, chuckled, and said, "Great, great! This smooth transition to the throne is all thanks to you, my fellow officials. Your hard work has not gone unnoticed. So let's drink and be merry today!" Buzz! "Donoghue, come out and receive your death sentence!" They heard an angry roar echoed from the sky! The officials and the palace guards shuddered at the sound of the roar as they looked in the direction of that voice! They were bewildered at what they saw! They noticed a colossal figure up in the sky! It was a huge beast—about 50 meters long. Its entire body was purple-colored, it looked as ambiguous as a tiger, and it had wings on its back. There were also lightning bolts all a

Hundreds of masked nobles moved gracefully across the dance floor beneath towering banners embroidered with ancient wolf crests. The entire room felt alive. She could feel the aura a combination of Perfume, Wine, Magic and Power. Everywhere she looked, nobles laughed behind jeweled masks while servants carried golden trays through the sea of silk and diamonds. And beneath all of it lingered the unmistakable scent of wolves. Different territories. Different bloodlines. Predators hiding behind elegance. Kaelith suddenly felt very small. Lyra shoved a glass into her hand. “Drink.” Kaelith obeyed automatically.