Owl House Evelyn Novels & Stories

Her emotional blindness baffled him. Heath remembered the night his life had changed forever. He chuckled to himself, remembering his initial reaction as they pulled his battered, 1970, dirt-brown, Chevy Nova up to the abandoned Baptist Church building. "Hmm, you're sure this is the right address," he had questioned skeptically. "Yup," May-Ellen had answered, "We don't rent buildings and waste resources we could put to better use." Her beautiful Auburn hair was tied into pigtails that night. Heath was mesmerized by how they bounced as she spoke. "We find places nobody else wants," she proudly explained. "It's always better to use something that already exists instead of forcing new things in

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The girl asked her mother-in-law. Scarlett smiled. "If they live in our pack, then, of course, his wolf must've been able to sense them by now," "Maybe he's spending time with them, " Amelia shrugged as she stirred something that was in the pan. Evelyn's frown didn't soften. She had an unsettling feeling in her heart. "Don't worry, Evelyn. Let's go and look for him after some time if he's not back by then, " Scarlett told the omega.

As soon as I stepped into the house, I saw Nicholas' father, Oswald Leyton, and Evelyn, both sitting on the couch. When Oswald caught sight of me, the smile immediately stopped on his face. He then spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Done playing with your boytoys? Or did you finally remember that you had a family to come home to?" Evelyn draped herself over Oswald's arm like she had a very close relationship with him, behaving as though she were the madam of the house. "Didn't you know that, Oswald? She traveled overseas by herself with another man for three whole months!"

While I was trying to control my wolf who wanted to break free and lunge at Rose, the library door opened forcefully and Owen walked in. He looked like the face of a shorm. “Alpha, we have a problem,” he said urgently, looking from me to Rose and back to me again. “Not now, Owen,” I growled. “Alpha, it's very important.” His voice was firm, unwavering. “Everly is gone and she didn’t just leave—she thinks you kicked her out.” The room fell silent. My breathing turned heavy and dangerous. “How did you find out, Owen?”

Olivia quickly unlocked the door and locked it behind them just as fast. “Well, I’m fresh out of horses right now, so a cookie before bed will have to do.” She said, catching her breath. “Up stairs and get your P.Js on and then you get your reward.” Eli headed upstair. Olivia went to the bay window and looked in the direction they had come. Was it a trick of her imagination or had somebody been following them? A distant dog bark sent a shiver down her spine. If there had been somebody out there, it was possible it was Wayne drunk and being stupid and not really intending any harm.

Ethan's cold gaze fixed on Olivia, as if blaming her for this turn of events. But my granddaughter-to-be stood tall, her dignity intact despite everything she had endured. (Olivia's POV) Matriarch Evelyn's private quarters were warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold formality of the Stone Ancestral Hall. The elderly she-wolf moved with surprising grace as she served me moonberry tea and venison, my favorites. "You must eat, child," she urged, her eyes kind but concerned. "You've grown too thin."

“Or notice you?” I smile. It’s small, sharp, and determined. “I’ll make him.” There’s a beat of silence as that sinks in. Then all three girls grab cushions, press them to their faces, and scream. I scream too. It’s chaotic, high-pitched, ridiculous, and very, very real. I’m going to sleep with Owen Kyle. I’m going to humble the golden boy of Briarwood High. I don’t admit it out loud, not even to myself, but the truth sparks inside my chest, small but impossible to ignore:

“Everything you think you know about Arthur’s mother, Evelyn... it’s a lie.” A chill ran through me. My wolf, Grace, perked up, sensing the gravity of his words. “What do you mean?” I asked carefully. Elder William reached for a file on his desk, his hands trembling slightly. He opened it, revealing old photographs and a small memory card. His fingers brushed across the edge of a photo before he slid it toward me. The image was grainy but undeniable. Evelyn stood on the pack house stairs, her figure bent, clutching her swollen belly. Behind her, another familiar figure loomed—Katherine Moonstone.

Elowen bolted downstairs the moment she saw Aurora and Heath about to come out. Catching sight of Evelyn, tears immediately started rolling down her face as she sobbed. Evelyn kept asking, “What’s wrong, Elowen? What happened?” Through her tears, Elowen glanced upstairs and said, “Aurora, she—she is with Heath, in the room—” Her voice was shaky and broken, and though her words were few, they were enough for Evelyn to picture the scene. Furious, Evelyn snapped, “That shameless tramp! Elowen, we can’t just sit back and do nothing!”