Owl House Novels & Stories

Wolves howled in the distance. Then she saw it: an iron gate half covered in vines, with the faded name HENDERSON FOUNDATION PRIVATE PROPERTY. Her hands trembled slightly as she pushed it open. The building looked abandoned, stone arches, shattered windows, ivy crawling over everything. But lights glowed faintly inside, as if someone lived there. Olivia crept closer. The front door hung open. Inside, dust and perfume mingled with candle smoke. She moved down the corridor, phone flashlight raised. Paintings of Ethan’s ancestors lined the walls. A plaque read, Research Wing.

I asked, keeping my eyes on her and nodded slowly, waiting for me to continue. “Well, the truth is…” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I found out that Caleb has another house and it’s not inside the pack lands but somewhere off it. At first, I didn’t even believe it and also, I’m not totally sure if it was him that built it or if it was some kind of hideout, but my men saw him go in there.” Her eyes widened a little and I could tell she had questions to ask. “We followed him and stalked him all the way there. We waited until he left, and when he was gone, we moved in but the moment we got close, we realized that the whole plac was covered with wolfsbane and silver.” I paused, watch

Owen continued, “and when he died, he left the house to me. I haven’t been here for a long time, so it’s been sitting like this.” I stepped closer, laying a hand on the worn wooden counter. “Thank you,” I said simply. Owen hesitated, then said, “I have to warn you, though. Ylarc is known to be a place for humans, but this part—” he gestured to the surrounding forest outside the window, “—is filled with people from other packs.” My brows furrowed. “Rogues?” “Well, not technically,” Owen explained. “They’re people who came here for the sake of starting anew. They came here to settle and build something else—a new pack, one that isn’t known in Fenra. It’s a secret, I guess. One I’ve kept, too.”

Conrad says. Nodding, I dart to the closet to retrieve a broom and a dustpan. “Honestly, I’m not the least bit surprised that Ollie turned out to be wolfless,” Hugh says. “She’s already proven herself to have a failing of character. It makes sense for her to be a failure of a werewolf too.” The words sting, but I try not to let it show as I return to the broken glass and begin sweeping it into the dustpan. I nick myself on a shard of glass, but no one seems to notice so I just keep going.

I wasn’t looking at him directly, but I was watching him through my peripheral vision. “Once upon a time, in a peaceful village nestled between rolling hills, there was a little owl named Oliver.” I took a short pause to kiss Elon on top of his head. “Oliver wasn’t like the other owls. While most of them preferred to sleep during the day and fly at night, Oliver loved the quiet, magical time just before the moon rose.” Elon looked at the pictures as I read the story. I bet he was reading it with his eyes, too, so I didn’t flip the page right away.

Sure enough, Hope nods in approval. Oliva shows me a sleek black couch with large round arms on the ends. There’s a cream colored backdrop behind it. My eyes go wide when I see some “toys” similar to what had been in the warlock’s sex dungeon. I blow out a hard breath and put up a long black stick with a black feather on the end. This doesn’t seem all that threatening. “Let’s just take a few, I swear if you don’t like them… I’ll delete them. Fair,” Olivia questions.

“I would live anywhere with you Cyrus. As long as Oliver is on board.” Oliver walked over, hearing his name. “On board with what?” Cyrus smiled, “would you like to live with your mom, me and the dogs at a farm? Osiris has offered me some land to build a shelter and house on. We could built it any way we like.” Oliver smiled, “could I have a tree house? Could I help with the animals?” Cyrus shrugged, “I don’t see why not. If your mother is fine with it of course.”

What being or creature had three wolves? “I'm afraid I cannot answer that. Because even I don't know. If I should tell you the little I know, it would just confuse you more because you need a thorough explanation, Olive,” the lady answered sweetly that it calmed Olive down. She heaved a deep sigh and got up as the door opened. They were at the ground floor. “What are we going to do about him? He could...he could kill people,” stated Olive. “The guys should be there already. I called them.”

I say enthusiastically, regrettably. "We as a whole set it up!" he snarls, "the cows aren't only yours!" With a clever articulation, he punches Declan in the arm. "What gives it its stupendous taste is that our cows are like no other," Oliver grins, ascending from his roost on an especially huge bean pack. Strolling over to me, he drives me to one of the tremendous windows, coaxing me to watch out. Dispersed on the emerald green grass are unadulterated dark creatures that are really...

"In the guest wing?" "In the drawing room right below my bedchambers!" Oliver shrieked, running a hand through his carefully styled hair and completely ruining it. "It howls, Theo! It howls at the moons every two hours! And if the howling isn't enough, my aunt—bless her insufferable, pompous soul—has taken it upon herself to audit our household staff!" I couldn't help the small, breathless laugh that escaped my mouth. "Your aunt is auditing your servants?"