Owl House Novels & Stories

Heck, neither of them thought little Oliver could growl at all. Exchanging looks with each other, Richard and Favian wondered what was going on. Initially, they thought Darren and Ludwig might be bullying Oliver. However, from the sounds coming from inside the toolshed, it turned out that Oliver was beating up his older brothers for a change. That had never happened in the history of the Blue Moon mansion. Oliver was the most passive wolf ever. Did he finally awaken his instincts over the full moon? “Leave them,” Ambrose spoke up from behind them in the distance. Richard turned around to see the teenage version of their ancestor wolf walking over. There was a basket of things in his hands, a

While lost in her deep thought Kim still feels there's a movement outside the manor. Ace came into the living room with several bodyguards, "Miss Swann, please come visit the old man." Imperial hospital. In the VVIP ward on the top floor of the inpatient department, William Owl is in a rage, "All of them are a bunch of useless waste! For so many days, none of you found Kim under your nose!" The old man is worthy of being the last leader of the Owl family and has a strong deterrent power. All bodyguards knelt on the ground. Ace is also under pressure, escorting Kim into the door.

Ollie really had no other word to describe Werewolves but edgy. It was nothing like what a teenager's room should have looked like but yet once again, Ollie had been stunned into silence. Lilac had been nonchalant while introducing her to the grotesque place she called a room. There were variously sized animal bones then clawed out eyeballs in jars, and even a human finger that held a ring on it laying in a glass case like it was a precious gem.

Chapter 13: Damaging Insights Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Oceanic blue eyes stared into the darkness of the rather impressive master bedroom of the apartment-like living quarters of Conway Rollins who had barely gotten a moment to come to his senses after the fog of lust had lifted from his wolfish brain before the door to his bedroom opened and Owen Clark strolled in. The thin pale blond had casually sashayed into his view and dropped his black satin robe revealing his pale bare naked body and smaller flaccid pale cock as he stood in the semi-darkness.

“I asked someone two days ago to investigate Zolan Wales’ whereabouts for these past years before you took over DOC INTL. It was just like what White Whistler said, there was nothing suspicious. But these things are unimportant now. I will order someone to monitor Zolan Wales. We’ll wait for him to regain consciousness and then ask someone to bring him back to Z City.” “Okay.” Olivia nodded her head. **** Two of them went back to Gold Villa. Something big happened today. Olivia was worried about her health. After entering the condominium, Olivia heard an unusual sound coming from the living room. She let Darls Collymore stay in the foyer, and she went to take a look at the living room.

Oliver strained his eyes as he tried to zoom in on his surroundings. It was a posh neighborhood. He wasn’t going to lie. But for some reason, he found it too posh for his taste. It looked nothing like a place that house werewolves. Everything was too neat, and in place. “How the fuck do they live? Where do they run? Where do they train?” Oliver hissed, still observing. Apart from the entrance where they had met a few sentinels, there was no one around that they could see. But he could feel the weight of their gazes on him.

Alpha Conan turned violet with anger, hearing those words coming from the mouth of a beta wolf. He has a menacing look on his face when he curled his lips to speak. "Tell me where they are right now, if you do not say their location, then I will probably kill you with my own hands!" "They are currently inside the mansion of Olivia, it was located at Rosewood Village-" "Stop it, I think I know where that location is. Now is the time for you to choose what side you are on!"

Swirling prisms of glittering opaque colors. Gliding across the sky, weaving in and out of the overhead canopy, a large owl circled the great stone house built into the high cliffs. A second owl, then a third appeared, silently making lazy circles above the branches and the rambling house. A lone wolf, quite large, with a shaggy black coat and glittering eyes, loped out of the trees into the clearing. Out of the darkness, on the balcony of the rock house, a figure gilded forward, looking out into the night. He opened his arms wide in a welcoming gesture.

Now that she wore Noah's mark on her neck, it wouldn't surprise her if someone decided to use her to hurt Noah. She cast her glance down to her feet and focused on following the wolves without another fall. Oliva didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the warriors of another pack. Perhaps she should have kept an eye on where the men took her, but since all wolves looked healthy and had no blood on their fur, Olivia knew as much as they weren't rogues. Once they stepped out of the cover of the forest and Olivia finally looked up, she gasped. The packhouse was beautiful, and the people around it looked so joyful; she wondered why this was the first time she had seen this place.

When I got to the council hall, Oliver was already waiting with his arms folded and his sharp eyes following every move like a predator assessing its prey. Oliver snarled, "You're late," as soon as I entered the council hall. A number of heads turned to face me as his piercing voice broke through the hushed whispers of the assembled wolves. I ignored the sharp edge in his eyes and rolled my shoulders slowly. "I wasn’t aware punctuality was critical when we’ve yet to find anything concrete." Oliver's jaw tensed, but he remained silent. Rather, he moved aside to expose a rudimentary map of the Nightshade Pack's domain on a table. A red X denoted a place in the south, where his finger pricked.