Owl House Novels & Stories

Olivia "That's the last box," I announce, setting down a container marked 'Isla's stuffed animals' in what will become the nursery of our new packhouse. The sprawling structure sits perfectly between Glass Lake and Crimson Moon territories, a physical representation of the bridges we've built between our packs.

Putting out the fire, they easily invaded the territory of the werewolves. “Stay alert!” Deyanira warned. A howl from afar caught her attention. The House was easily seen from where they stood, as it was erected into a small hill. And what she saw on top of it sent shivers down her spine. The large silhouette of a werewolf standing in its two feet, his physique shrouded by darkness with the moonlight perfectly shining down on him. He was hunched back, but it only accentuated his fearsome silhouette. He howled to the moon, and that was when she realized he was the owner of the spine-chilling howl. They had been expecting them.

The white wolf watched his mate with pride as she explained to her cousins. The wolves continued to howl until the flames had died down and the last embers were burned out. Carr took Lee's hand, sent his thanks to his pack, and then left with the bereaved families to talk further. As they walked away the owl took flight, calling to his mate in a low-pitched but loud ho-ho-hoo hoo hoo. Carr looked up and smiled at the ghostly apparition as he winged his way across the sky. A good omen.

CHAPTER 3 13 months ago Oswald scanned the narrow street carefully, making sure to see no one had been on his tail. He pulled the cloak closer to himself as he trotted down an alleyway lined with algae. He watched children play with 'snowballs' and wrestle themselves in their wolf form. He watched a woman tendering to the apple tree just outside her house. He was yanked off the alleyway almost immediately, and he found himself inside a dark room, and his supposed captor closing the door quickly.

Somewhere above, an owl calls, low and far away. She doesn’t slow. Not until they reach the old estate by the river. Lucas stops when the old estate comes into view, unease curling in his chest. People say it’s been empty longer than anyone can remember, windows dark, the whole place sagging under years of rain and wind. Or so the town believes. He slips into the shadows, watching as the carriage comes to a stop. For a moment, nothing happens. Then the front door opens. Figures emerge.

“Luke.” He reached us within seconds, glancing between the two of us before his eyes landed on the collection of wood shavings scattered around our feet. “What are you two doing?” Luke immediately held up his carving. Jacob stopped and I watched his expression carefully. The poor wolf, or whatever it was, had one ear larger than the other and a body that seemed to slope unnaturally to one side. Luke held it out with unmistakable pride. “I am making Ollie a present.” Jacob accepted the carving, turning it over in his hand with admirable seriousness. “A wolf?”

Hawk's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Ninety-two! Hawk!" Olivia fanned her breasts. Her greedy attention had passed to the smithy and she was spec-ulatively looking Adam over. Hawk watched as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "I knew you were wealthy, but that's a lot of prime flesh," she drawled, her eyes moving up and down, surveying the smithy from head to toe. She dragged her gaze away from Adam. "Perhaps you might spare a stud for me?" She looked sidewise at the Hawk be-neath fluttery lashes. "Definitely." Hawk sighed as he watched his wife's re-treating form. "What do you think of our smithy, Olivia?" he asked cautiously.

06th August 2027 Mrs Madeline Fairchild’s residence is situated not far from the police station, just four blocks away in the residential area. Grayson and I checked it out first yesterday, after he had made his phone call to the forensics and I finished my business at work.

A few months had gone by. Asteria had almost fully recovered, except for her left hand. It had been fractured when the silver wolf clashed its claw against her unarmored hand. Thus, the recovery would take longer. Asteria absentmindedly looked out in the window at the green scenery outside. Asher's mansion was bigger than other nobles. From the outside, its structure which was completely made of wood would make one mistaken it for ordinary residence. But Asteria knew better that there was nothing ordinary here; the rooms were spacious, luxurious furniture and expensive-looking decorations scattered everywhere.

"Maybe they were close?" Owl's expression turned into a suspicious one. "Yvonne is hiding something from us." Asty looked at him. "What do you mean?" "Nothing." Owl pretended a laugh and poked the young woman's nose. "What are you doing this early outside?" he changes the topic. "I was just walking around." "Where's Chaol?" "He told me that he was gonna rest." "I see." Asty curiously looked at Owl. "By the way, Mr. Owl, how are you able to withstand the Sun?"