Owl House Evelyn Novels & Stories

I replied, my voice low and gravelly from the tension of the day. “You have a helicopter, could have just flew your way back home.” Evelyn pointed out helpfully, sipping her juice. I chuckled. “It’s in for maintenance. And I just don't get to fly it however I want, just cause I own it.” We ate together. Della kept the conversation lively, talking about their day, the tour they took around the mansion. Evelyn added details with wide eyed enthusiasm, recounting every room and every weird sculpture she saw. “She thinks the marble lion in the library winked at her,” Kate added, amused. Looks like Evelyn and Kate were okay now. Last time, she complained about how Evelyn came out as weird to her.

She winked. "Oh please, fool who you will fool not me" Grace rolled her eyes. A few chuckles left Olivia, "that's because you know my origin" she turned to Evelyn who just walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fruit salad for Grace, "what do you say Eve?" "My gracious, you look dashing miss Olivia" Evelyn gasped. "Why, thank you" she did a perfect gentleman bow while smiling, "I have to go now. I won't be back tonight aunt, Kane booked a room for me."

"But Evelyn is not a thief. Why would she lie about her husband giving her a gift? She's one of the honest people I know." "I know we only just met the girl some minutes ago but she doesn't seem like the type to steal." "Yes, me too. Someone should call the cops then. Who is this woman accusing her?" Olivia looked around, she was losing the battle before it even began. No, she didn't come all this way just to lose. Evelyn would be humiliated whether she liked it or not! "Should I tell you who this woman's husband is?" She folded her arms, trying to keep a calm and collected front. "His name is Lucas Graham. Yes, Graham's first born son and as the rumour goes, he truly is notorious and poor."

Somewhere in the woods behind the property, a wolf howled. A woman stepped out onto the balcony. Long silver coat. Hair pinned like a crown. Face sharp as ever. “Elara Voss,” he called again. “They know.” She studied him in silence. “I thought we had an agreement,” she said at last. “We did,” Damian replied. “But you didn’t keep it.” Another pause. Then her voice—cool and surgical. “Then bring her to me. Let’s finish what we started.” Evelyn stood at the edge of her old childhood street. Lights out. Windows shuttered. A house that had once been home now looked like a stranger wearing her memories.

After all, He had cruelly rejected me for being a wolfless Omega, and had chosen the prettier Lucy as his mate instead. Lucy, quickly stepped forward, and her voice dripped with false innocence as she spoke. “Baby, it’s nothing you need to worry about, I just I caught Evelyn red-handed, trying to steal this expensive necklace you bought for me. I had to intervene and teach her a lesson before she could hide the evidence." I glared up at Lucy…. She was a very convincing liar, but even Shaun wasn’t stupid enough to believe her words. Shaun’s beautiful but cold eyes fell on my shivering body.

“I’m sure, sweetie. Let me go take a shower and change, then I’ll come back downstairs and spend some time with you, okay?” Cecily grinned. “Okay!” As Carlos guided her to the living room to distract her with cartoons and crayons, Evelyn slowly walked upstairs. Her steps felt heavier than usual. Inside her room, she peeled off her clothes, letting the water from the shower hit her skin like gentle rain. But it couldn’t wash away the storm in her head. Landon saw me. The moment kept playing in her mind his dazed expression, the disbelief in his eyes as she checked his vitals like a stranger.

Lollita, one of the last standing, barely managed to avoid being thrown into the chaos, her eyes wide with terror as she bolted for the door, the sound of her footsteps echoing as she ran. But then my gaze shifted, and I saw her—Evelyn’s wolf, her eyes now locked onto me, glowing with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. She lunged forward, her teeth bared, and in that moment, I knew she wasn’t coming to protect me, but to claim me, to drag me into whatever madness was burning inside her.

Ever since what Eleanor had done, I developed major trust issues when it came to witches and I took it all out on Evelyn even though she did not show any sign of wickedness. "I don't even know what to say. Should I start with what you've done to Rayne or to Evelyn? You were way out of line! None of them did anything wrong, but you have to act like a caveman with no decent bone in your body!" Olivia snapped, "I hope you realize that Eve could have easily hurt you and nobody would have been able to hold her back, but she didn't do that. Maybe this can be enough evidence for you to recognize the difference between Evelyn and Eleanor."

Halfway home, Evelyn stirred, whimpering that she was hungry. "Shh," I soothed, pulling her into my lap. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll wake you when we get home, and we'll have something delicious." She nodded sleepily and dozed off again, her small body curled against mine. As dusk settled, we finally arrived at my apartment building. Olivia was waiting outside, her face lighting up when she saw our car. "About time!" she called out, rushing to meet us. "I was starting to think you'd run off with Marcus for some secret date!"

“You go first. What did you want to tell me?” I sat on the other end of the couch, organized my thoughts, and began to tell her what I discovered. “Do you remember when I told you the one doorman at the apartment building works here as a gardener, and I saw Alex’s chauffeur circling your block in Alex’s personal car?” “Yes,” she said. “You said Alex was watching over me, and I was glad he still cared.” “There was more to it than that,” I insisted. “The letters and e-mails my father and I sent out were answered. Olivia Owens is a famous stage actress in her country.”