Owly Novel Series Novels & Stories

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

Olivia said back, while wearing a straight face at the doctor. The doctor shined a small penlight into Olivia’s eyes, frowning thoughtfully. "Tell me, Luna... have you shifted into your wolf again recently?" Just leave for goodness sake! Olivia shook her head, her fiery red curls brushing against the soft pillows. "No. Not since the last time." "Interesting," the doctor muttered, writing something down on his tablet. "I wonder how you are accessing your wolf’s energy so easily without frequent shifts. It’s unusual." That’s because of our bloodmoon power, Yara said, puffing out her chest in Olivia's mind. We're not weak!

This journey for Ireland and Oliver is over. Thank you all for your support and love. Below is the first chapter of my book Living With His Mark. This will be Olivia's story. I hope you all enjoy! I will not mark this book as complete until all editing is complete. Chapter One- (Olivia POV)

Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side.

He wished he could have participated in the killing. Darwin, on the other hand, was a lycan between three communities that used both but believed in neither of them. The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings.

chapter contains violent vampire attack *Casper* “Don't you think that was just a bit disrespecting ? We are here to honor Davina’s memory and you are acting like a total jerk”. Oliver is pulsing on his cigarette, glaring at me from behind the curtain of black hair. I can feel how the anger is pumping through my veins, and my hidden fangs are threatening to slide out. You little self righteous emo-cow. I close my eyes and breathe through my nose. Oliver's cheap deodorant makes it easier to control the urge to rip his nicotine filled lungs from his body. The thought calms me and a smile spreads on my lips.

Her grey eyes were wide and fascinated, tracking my every movement like I was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. "I still can't believe you're real," she said suddenly, her voice filled with wonder. "I mean, I know you're real. You're right there. But I can't believe you're real." I blinked at her, unsure how to respond. "She's fascinated by you," Kealen said through our link. "She's never seen a colorful owl like you before." "I'm the prettiest Owl. Of course she's never seen anything like me." "Don't let it go to your head."

Olivia rolled her blue eyes before hitting Tiz with her pillow, sticking her tongue out at him. I giggled again and snuggled deeper into my sleeping bag, holding my pillow as I waited for Owen to begin the story again. I might be the youngest heir, but I’m not scared of some campfire story. I’m an alpha heir. Being five doesn’t mean I will fear whatever story Aunt Talia made up to scare Owen and Olivia. Besides, it can’t be that scary. Right?