Owl House Oc Novels & Stories

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.

Uncle Oskar said as I was curious why he was being so nice to me after the note he left me. “And the Twins and that stupid prophecy. I just want them to be safe, and I miss Millie being here to help me run things.” I admitted, looking around the disarrayed kitchen. “Luis, do you know why we call our Lady of the Manors Lady-Luna?” Uncle Oskar asked as he sipped his bloodwine. “Because we share territory with the Cypress Wolf pack in the north?” I asked, as I had a vague idea of why.

My mind was completely, wonderfully quiet. Leo sat down beside me, taking my hand in his. His fingers were warm and strong. "Where are we going now?" I asked softly, opening my eyes to look at him. Leo looked out the window toward the vast, green expanse of the outer forests stretching far beyond the old city walls—a place no citizen of Oakhaven had been allowed to see for fifty years. "Home," Leo said softly. "To build something new."

We walked past a lane with houses on either side, the side of Valeras where normal wolven families lived. Somehow, we’d avoided the guards that patrolled the grounds by this time. Dragging the dead weight on my back, we stopped in front of a small house with just one window beside a wooden door. It resembled a small hut, just like most of the houses on this side of Valeras. I lifted my fists to the door and knocked on it. “Are you sure Oliver?” Keyleth reached for my arm, dragging my eyes to hers. My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties.

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.

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!"

“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.

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.

"Life happened, Oscar. The debt, the marriage contract, Duncan... Dreams like that require a foundation I don't have. Especially with a child on the way. I’m a fugitive Omega now." Oscar’s expression didn't flicker. He set his cup down with a firm thud. "I want to build it for you. Right here, in the heart of Wayne territory." Amorafroze, her fork halfway to her mouth. "What?" "I own a block of storefronts on Main Street," Oscar said. "It’s neutral ground, protected by our Enforcers. One of them is vacant. It has the perfect large window for the morning sun. My crew can have it renovated and warded with silver-dust by the end of the month."

Thanks to the spell, the apartment is also sound proof so that no shifter can listen in on our conversations. “Did you see the way he was looking at you,” squeals Olivia. “I really don’t care. I am with Aspen.” “But he might not be your mate,” says Oliver as he plops down next to us on the new sectional couch. “I highly doubt he isn’t.” “Well if you don’t want the new wolf, I do,” says Oliver, making me and Olivia laugh. “He’s all yours Oliver,” I laugh.