Owl House Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I walked into the living room, Oliver was sitting on the sofa and fiddling with the TV remote as I sat beside her. “Oliver,” I called him and he looked at me. “I…” I was hesitating as he stopped me. “Ella, If you’re here to tell me that I am not allowed to touch you or to taste you then you’re dreaming. Because you are mine and will always be mine. You have agreed to be my sex slave and I am not giving you the permission to back out.” My mouth opened wide at his domination. “No, Oliver. I am not yours…” Before I could complete my sentence, I was pinned down on the sofa by him as he angrily held my hands with his one hand, and with the other hand, he skillfully removed my trouser.

But there was a level below that, and Isla knew she was in it the moment the stairs ran out and the tunnel floor leveled beneath her boots. She'd brought two people with her: Kira, who was the fastest healer among the shelter volunteers, and an older packless wolf named Doran who had been born in this part of the city and knew its geography the way other people knew their own kitchens. Doran had tried to talk her out of coming twice on the walk over and had stopped trying after the second time because he recognized the particular quality of Isla's stubbornness by now. The smell hit first. It was the smell of bodies that had stopped maintaining themselves, of fur and blood and something under

Winter woke to arguing. The voices were muffled through the curtain separating her alcove from the main tunnel, but loud enough to pull her from sleep. Female voices, both familiar. Alice and Olivia. "-don't care what you think you saw," Alice was saying. Her normally gentle tone had gone sharp. "You're making things up because you're jealous." "I'm being observant," Olivia shot back. "You're so busy befriending the half breed that you can't see what's right in front of your face."

Olivia muttered with contempt and Louis went red with fury but he managed to suppress it. “Think about it, I'm offering you what every lady wants. This is a rare opportunity which you should make use of. You’re independent and great now, what you need is an even greater man. Come with me and be my Luna” Louis replied egocentrically and Olivia just scoffed. “Olivia…” Wilder couldn’t get words out, her revelation about his girlfriend's dying had weakened him remarkably. “I’ll see you boys around, don’t follow me or try anything to blow our cover… Oh, your covers after all I’m still Wolfless” She replied icily as she picked up her files and turned around.

“Instead of threatening to throw a knife at me just so I'd walk with you to get drunk.” “Oliver, that doesn't mean you can't at least pretend to be decent and enjoy being here.” Keyleth whined, tugging the cowl of her hood up. I snorted. “I can't pretend to be something I'm not.” An onyx-eyed female wolven was suddenly inches away from me. The pale skin of her breasts pushed up and almost out of the cloth that struggled to keep them in place. She pulled her bottom lips in, revealing the sharp edge of one of her fangs, her eyes roaming over me. Shoving another growl down my throat, I watched her approach me, her fingertips inches away from my face. Her jet black hair fell in waves to her shou

She felt her chest being jabbed over and over again, hearing them address their last messages to one another. "Hey, Owl...?" Owl clenched his jaw. "Y...Yeah?" "Did I ever tell you that I like you?" Tears streams from Owl's eyes as he chuckled jokingly at her. "Guess what, ugly hag, I like you too." Chaol closed his eyes and clenched his fists, guilty that he couldn't protect even their little wishes. "Sorry if I kept bullying you and calling you names." Owl apologized, knowing that he won't be able to later.

"Start talking. Everything. From the beginning. How did they capture you? What did they do to you? And how the hell did you get out?" I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over me again. "It's... it's a long story, Uncle Marcus." "I've got time," he said flatly. "And thinking you were either dead or being dissected in some underground lab, I deserve the full story." I took a deep breath, trying to figure out where to even start. "Okay. So… Olivia is a wolf too. From a pack." Uncle Marcus's eyebrows shot up. “Ryan…"

I'm sorry that it is like this for us' Lilac whimpered. 'It's now not your fault, I'm comfortable you're my wolf' I tried to motivateolivia P.O.V

And they had all voted Lucas as Oliver was in such a bad mood that they knew a little rile up, and Oliver was going to become a flaming werewolf out for blood. Oh, he was going to enjoy the look on Dawsons face when he set his plan in motion. Wicked man. He. Had been about to give his daughter out on a platter to an old man to breed pups for him, albefeire he left her to the great beyond. His mate…hell no.

Day after day passed, Olivia's life is now much happier with Owen's presence in her arms. His face is very similar to her, even though there are some parts of his face that are similar to Billy's, but that's okay. Now nothing can hurt them, it's all over, even Billy's bite marks are slowly disappearing, that happens if one of them slowly starts to forget, and that's for sure Olivia, she always smells Liam's scent which warms her up even more. Owen is even happy to be in Liam's arms.