Owl House Raine Novels & Stories

Cealan rushed in, and there Rain was, staggering towards the glass balcony door, his bare feet amidst shattered glass and bloody footprints, with one hand on his chest, desperately hitting as if trying hard to breathe, and the other reaching for the doorknob. He was a mess. His hair was tousled backwards, his eyes red, and his legs shaky. But around him, something was off. His pheromones were licking through the air... it was too much that Moon purred like a hungry horse in Cealan's head. And the more he breathed it in, the harder he got. Cealan glanced back at the shattered door, and if Rain should open the balcony door, then they would have to fight their way out of unmated wolves.

Only for me to pause when Thelma said, wiping her smiles in a flash, “Evolet… Wolf Fall’s favourite damsel. An Omega with the ability and strength of a Luna.” I stared at her, noticing how she moved her left hand strangely to the back, like one who was about to make an attack. “You came as the damsel who couldn’t summon her beast and advanced into the Omega with a pet wolf, making you an divine guidance to look up to. Oh, scratch that. I meant a pet… Rogue,” She pointed, flashing her eyes at me. She finally ended her shenanigans, revealing her true self at last. “The Queen and her son have been searching for that beast, wondering how he keeps disappearing without a trace! But who would have

"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?"

Why did I care what the Omega’s kids thought of me? I hesitated for half a second outside of the bedroom door. Then, trepidation filling my gut, I raised my knuckles to it and knocked. My little angel Ava opened it, staring up at me with exasperation clear in her wide blue eyes. I opened my mouth to greet her – Only to be cut off by a low growl. The shift tore through Ares, and his wolf poised himself, pulling a paw off the ground and glaring at me. He bared his fangs, a threatening grunt spilling from his lips as he sidled closer to Owen.

I asked frantically. "How would I know if she was okay or not!? But she did call on the first day." Olivia rolled her eyes. I sighed heavily and walked back inside my mess of a suite, followed by Olivia. "Shit... What have you done to your suite?" she said in disbelief. "What do you want, Olivia?" I asked her as I sat back down on the couch. "Rayne is originally from Harlow," she informed me and I frowned in confusion. "She was born here... her parents were chefs here, in the castle."

The clock just passed eight when he finally heard movement, a woman came out but stopped in the living room, she probably smelled the blood in Ray's glass. He swivled it and took another sip, the ring already off, and it tasted devine "So you harvest blood and drink it like wine?" She hopped and turned to him "Who are you!?" "Judging by how strong you are you must be the countess of this establishment?" Ray asked, he remembers her, it was that one who chased Tala. "You have some nerve helping yourself here?" "I have the nerve? You're the one who had the nerve to chase my Omega, did that blow to your face hurt?"

Ocean refuses to help with any of the sneaky guessing games Ocean’s been running. I watch Storm head toward the house. Rain’s voice drifts out from the open kitchen window... eighteen months old, dark-haired, solid as a little tank, and bossing the whole kitchen around with Hannah. Rain does everything with this serious focus, like the world is one giant project and she’s the only one qualified to run it. She talks in full, careful sentences already, like she figured out words are power tools and she’s not wasting any.

Others calculating. One looked satisfied. Lyra did not miss it. When the heavy doors finally slammed shut, the chamber felt cavernous and exposed. Moonlight streamed through the shattered oculus above, illuminating floating dust and shards of glass like fallen stars. Isolde descended the dais slowly, every step measured. She knelt beside Rylan, brushing his hair back with trembling fingers she clearly willed into steadiness. “My son,” she whispered. “Stay with me.” Rylan’s eyes fluttered open briefly. Gold flickered—dim, strained.

Or…was she scared of me? I exhaled slowly, about to turn away, to leave before I did something stupid. But then her head snapped up. Our eyes locked. And I knew—I was fucked. Raine was on her feet in an instant. She moved toward the window, her breath coming fast as she pushed it open with shaking fingers. “Who’s there?” she whispered. Shit. I took a step back, but it was too late. Her gaze dropped to me, her brown eyes widening as she took in the massive black wolf standing below her window.

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo