Owl House Novels & Stories

“Nah. It would take more than just a horse to make me jealous.” “Right…” I said, knowing better than that. Oliver opened his mouth to say something but his phone chimed with a news update. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. I kept brushing the horse but paid attention to him. He was reading something and he seemed worried as he started to chew his fingernails. That was never a good sign. “What is it?” I asked in a deep tone as I stopped brushing. “Wolfe Ranch is smart, and that horse you’re in love with is fucking valuable,” he said.

The mansion, which has a beach backyard, allows Olivia to easily walk there alone. Olivia's request wasn't a big deal for Billy, it was just a small part of what he could do for his Omega. He even hired 5 maids for their duties, that's not including the driver and guards outside the mansion. Billy even brought Olivia's doctor and let him live in a pavilion near the mansion, to make it easier to check Olivia's condition. All the things that make Omega happy Billy will surely give them, no matter what the price is, it doesn't matter to Billy.

She must be close to four hundred years in age and yet she does not look a day over twenty five. "Vekra." She says and waves back. "Had a rough night?" She asks. "Something like that." I say. Not at all. I slept through it. I hurry towards my home in be middle of the pack. The infamous Olive tree is about a hundred feet in front of our house. I don't know when I first notice that there is something wrong. Perhaps it is when I draw nearer to my house and I hear nothing but deathly silence. I am the only child of my parents but our house is always teeming with wolves coming in and out of our house to discuss important things with my father, the alpha.

After pulling the blanket over Luca, Olwen crept out of the room. Olwen went downstairs and opened the main door to get some fresh air. Olwen had just stepped out the door, intending to stretch out to warm up her joints, but had to stop, as her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Around the house, there was nothing but a cornfield.

William rushed even more because he knew the direction to their house from where he is now. When he got to the other side of their gate, it was closed and had a warning sign on it. It says that there is an “ongoing investigation” happening, but William is certain that there isn't even a single individual inside, as he can't feel any of their presence at all.

“Fine… you can take me home.” As soon as Olivia finally let go of me, sliding out of my arms, I walked her to my car. I pressed the remote, the door opened, and she got in. Then I had to lock Pumpkin inside the car. Olivia started banging on the window, but I wasn’t worried. I headed back to the house and rang the doorbell. The housekeeper opened the door, and I saw Rowan sitting in the main living room, drinking a glass of whiskey. He looked at me, confused. “Forgot… something?”

Owl laughed, "Ulsan your daughter is a werewolf!!! Werewolves and humans are alike and they'll never stop being greedy!" "Don't say such things about my daughter!" Ulsan suddenly yell. "Victoria is my daughter and I know her more than anyone could. How I train my daughter is my concern not yours!" The owl smirked, "Ulsan have you forgotten that you're also a corny and shitty werewolf that we only helped?"

His aide took a deep breath and finally told him the truth, “Your wife’s gone Mr Maldov.” It was twilight by the time Olivia got to her former home which was now a shell of it’s old self. Deserted, with mold growing on the same walls she adored as a teenager. Vines started to grow around the pillars, moths on the shrubs which had taken over the rose bushes with an attack. It was a wonder what only a few weeks could do to such a beautiful place.

Oliver let our a smirk when he heard Queenie and Michelle before replying, "What gives me the right? Simple... I own a house here; but not just any house." Pointing to the Pink Diamond Bungalow, Oliver proudly declared, "That's where I live now."

This room was so spacious I could easily host a party for everyone. It was strange to see the moon goddess statue there, identical to the one in the other mansion. Maybe he simply respects the moon goddess, adorning his home with her likeness. If Lycans are like this, they hardly seem like the bad creatures people make them out to be; the real threats are likely the Rogues. "This room is too luxurious for someone like you," Oliver's voice echoed as he entered with Owen, his hands in his pockets while his eyes scanned the space. "Hey Mira, at least it’s a step up from that dump you called home" Owen said with a smirk, he sat down on the bed, grinning at me.