Owl House Prime Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Are your ears my real grandma wolf?" Elowen Frost’s heart feels like a claw ripped it right open, and her whole frame starts shaking with happy tears. "Yes, sweetie! She is your real grandma!" Vespera Crowe answers for her, stepping up to support her thin waist with his big arm. He says firmly to the boy, "You are her true blood grandson." Elowen Frost drops her head against his big tunic, crying softly into his chest. Perhaps her alpha willpower has turned super weak because of the winter sickness in her bones. "Tell Kaelen to bring his boots back to the manor," she mutters into his shirt.

a voice called out. The door opened, and Olivia was shoved inside. She instinctively reached down to touch the wolf for comfort, but he wasn't there. Panic coursed through her as Olivia looked down and then around, seeking something. And then, her eyes settled on the man sitting behind the desk. Her heart sank, and her breath hitched. She was on Landon's territory. The only pack that hated the one she came from with passion: their hatred was deep, wild and personal.

Olivia said, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement. Azazel smiled, revealing his sharp fangs. “All you have to do is make a deal with me. And in exchange for your soul, I will give you the power you need to exact your revenge. Do we have a deal?” Olivia took a deep breath, knowing that this was a life-changing decision. But in that moment, her anger and desire for revenge overwhelmed her better judgment. “Yes… we have a deal,” she said, as she extended her shaking hand to shake with the demon prince.

Oswald wasn't the real future Alpha of Black Fur Pack but an imposter and Oswald was a witch. *~* Most would have called it an obsession already, if it was some kind of drug, he would have been addicted but this was the Omega he had been pining for since he knew the meaning of a crush. He thought it was just a silly crush at first, he thought he would get over it once he had his first shift, however, it turned from bad to worst, and now, Ruel could only stare with longing in his heart, gawking at Onyx who sat at the other side of the catching bonfire, with Gwen her side.

"I'm an associate of the Werewolf-Human Integrating Program, you must have heard about it right?" Ivailo slipped his hand off the door to step outside onto the porch. Ollie felt her back tense when she was suddenly too close to the wolf. She wanted to step back but his eyes pinned her to the spot. Saliva pooled into her mouth but she refused to swallow it. Ollie could feel her fingers trembling at her side. His chest was right in front of her nose and she was immediately assaulted by his strong pinewood scent. Ollie felt dread coil into knots in her stomach.

“Man those were crazy times. I remember when you took that one chick you were dating, Ember-“ All of sudden my wolf picked up on movement to my right and a familiar scent hint hit my nose before someone small jumps on me. “Liv! I can’t believe it’s you!” I hug her and pick up a scent off of her shirt but before I can indulge in it she backs away and hits Owen on the shoulder. “Hey Owen! That’s such a great story! I’ll make sure to tell mom and dad the next time I see them.” Olivia busts his balls and all Owen can do is open his mouth like a fish while he tries to think of a way to backpedal while everyone else laughs.

He wanted to lock me down before I could find a way out. "It’s perfectly fine, Gamma Willow," Oliver said smoothly. "I’ve actually had my sights on Elsie for a long while. I am beyond excited to be mated to her tomorrow." I sat down across from him, staring at his throat. I wasn't listening to his words anymore; I was busy thinking of all the ways I could kill him. Poison? No, I didn't know enough about herbs to guarantee it would work. Stabbing him in his sleep? Too obvious; I’d be executed before sunrise. Drowning? Maybe, if I could lure him to the river.

I blinked at her several times, trying my hardest to picture the wolf that had flown down the stairs mid-fight with Dominic. Her eyes twinkled. “You and I have a lot to talk about. Not to worry, we’ve got all the time in the world.” I couldn’t even begin to express how much I liked the sound of that. “Oh, don’t mind me.” Olive’s raspy voice had all of us spinning around. She had lifted her head from the floor and was glaring at the four of us. “I’m just over here bleeding out. Spending the last moments of my life staring at Mykelle’s bare ass.”

A pottery studio? What business did Olivia have there with Blackwood? I pressed the accelerator harder, weaving through traffic with dangerous speed. My wolf was restless, territorial instincts flaring at the thought of another Alpha near my mate. When I reached Shadow Creek Artisan Street, I spotted them immediately. Olivia was in Lucas Blackwood's arms, her face buried against his chest as her shoulders shook with sobs. Something primal and possessive erupted within me. I slammed the car door and stormed toward them.