Raine Owl House Novels & Stories

I say. Theo drives me to the Omega house. The house is on the outskirts of the rest of the pack’s homes. Theo pulls into the older home where the Omegas live. The house is a small log cabin with a big front porch. There is a small garden and a tire swing in a tree. A young blonde woman comes out to see what is going on and why Theo is there this time of day. She walks to the truck and places her hand on the window. “Hey, Theo, what’s up? What did we do now?” She asks.

This is the house with the swing set. Violet is eager to play. Iris takes one look at it and says, “What are we, babies?” Violet shrinks back then, following her sister’s lead. I look at Mrs. Pine again. “Next one?” she asks. “Please,” I say. The third and final house of the day sits along the very edge of the school district, but the houses are more spaced out. There’s a bit of a forest along one side. “The previous owners praise the wildlife here,” Mrs. Pine says. “White-tail deer walk through the yard every morning. And sometimes there are turkeys.”

Aurora nodded, she walked aside and watched as Lorcan carried Ruston comfortably in his arms. Lorcan waited until Aurora had Selwyn in her arms before they moved along. Aurora swallowed hard when they entered the packhouse. The packhouse is still the same as she remembered, nothing about it changed. It’s been five years, she thought they had changed the packhouse’s interior design already, but it all stayed the same. Seeing the place in its exact form from before, made Raven feel like she just stepped back into her past. Raven froze when her gaze landed on the omegas who were staring down at them from upstairs.

She giggled. "Actually, yes," I admitted, grinning. "Thank goodness it isn't," sighed Ruthie. We pulled into a gravel driveway, next to a black Range Rover. Ruthie switched off the engine and we stared out the window. The Efoti's home was a multi-leveled house with treated wood on all sides. A pot containing pink flowers sat next to the front door, brightening the covered porch. Tall trees and lush green foliage surrounded the little driveway. A large black raven squawked and swooped down from a tall redwood, chasing away a blue jay.

So many dark clouds, it would definitely rain for days if they fell. Elara spun slowly, her brain still working on overdrive, they were in a house, a very large round house with wide open floor to ceiling windows all around it that framed the sweeping view of endless mountains.“Welcome to the BloodClaw pack,” was all Riven said. It was the most beautiful place Elara had ever seen. The large building they were in had been perched atop one of the large gray stoned mountains that circled them all the way into the horizon. The hall around them was open to the elements, no windows to be found, just towering pillars and gossamer curtains, swaying in that jasmine-scented breeze thick with the scent

The lamps were turned on as soon as we hit the road and the way didn’t seem to look that shabby now. Jason winked at me. “She knows we have arrived.” He said and started walking a bit faster. I know he was much eager to meet his girlfriend. After walking for like five minutes we were in front of a small house at the end of the road. The house was simple and kind of cute with the flowers and plants decorating its ceiling. The door was made of an old oak tree and there was an owl sitting in front of the door. His eyes were glued on me and I swear I feel goose bumps by staring back at him. I feel drawn towards its yellow pearls. I feel it was peering inside my soul.

It was like the tortious sound of a deranged man. The owl reminded me of my time in Aunty Matilda's place. The red sofa with cream soft pillows resting on its waist, the solid gold walls and the smell of purple hibiscuses that never seemed to leave my nose for a second. The owl in Aunty Matilda's house was gentle, cool-headed and compassionate. It knew the right time to come in the night and the right time to leave just after midnight. It came to my room in Aunty Matilda's house for a whole month; the first month that I spent in her house in Anambra. I mourned the day I waited for the owl to come sing in my window with its restless noise but it never showed up. The next day, I made a small b

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance WOLVES The house was dark and full of danger signs. The trees by the sides were tall and huge, fencing the house out of human sight. The house was grey and black in colour, cobwebs hung on each side. Making the house look like an ancient witch house, designed only for the Divines. Owls hooting were heard from afar, bats flapping their wings. Huns could be heard as if a choir was nearby but then..there was none.

He had been offered a place in the loft, but it was piled so high with children that he hardly trusted himself in it. Anyway, he preferred the out-of-doors, though the out-of-doors at the Raineys’ was more noisy than he was used to. The pigs grunted all night, looking for lizards or something to eat. Then there was a barn owl that wouldn’t stop calling, so he had a time getting to sleep. The next morning he got a promise from Maude that her two oldest boys would get themselves to Lonesome Dove by the

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.