The Owl House Abomination Novels & Stories

She now realized what the old man was trying to say. "I get it now," Arabelle interjected, her gaze drawn to the small Owlets the size of Gretel chasing and playing on the side of the uneven road. Her companions exhaled a breath of relief. "Then we're relieved to hear that you understand our predicament now, because we've been subjected to a—" "A type of Mutation," Arabelle persistently interrupted the old owl, slamming her right fist into her left palm once. "Yes, a type of Mutation," Mr. Mago remarked absentmindedly. "Huh-ha mutation? W-what do you mean by that, Dear Priestess?" As he realized what he just said. Ulula smacked her own forehead.

Sharing a look, they had both mentally noted who to expect trouble from. The girl's knew that it was coming and that they were to expect trouble from these individuals in particular. This mental note, would be passed to the other house staff. Ensuring everyone knew to be wary of the gawdy male peacock and the orange eyed owls with excessive eyebrows. There was trouble coming in the household, particularly from these individuals and they knew it in their guts. Their hair raised on the back of their necks as the owl twins turned to fix their gazes on them – raking every detail they could see on them. That pit in their stomach blackened and deepened.

“Did you just say this owl will take care of me?” “Yes. Ascalaphus, I am sure you know your queen. Ali, this is Ascalaphus. Aside from Charon, he is a trusted subject.” “Nice to meet you.. I guess?” The owl swooped down on the ground. Afterwards, a blinding light erupted from inside its body. They watched as the silhouette grew bigger. When the light is gone, in place of the owl is a man. Wait.. Did an owl just turned into a man before her eyes? Angelique doubt he is even a man. She is getting used to weird things since settling down in the mansion but this still fazed her.

Amber gratted with cutting disdain. "It's a good thing I don't take the words of pregnant little pets to my heart or we might have a problem at our hands." Amber's breath hitched as she resisted the urge to wrap a protective hand around her round belly. "It will take a lot more than your little spell to hide that enormous belly of yours. Because there is a little that go unnoticed by these eyes that had seen the worlds." Almira laughed as she pushed away from the tree, standing straight before adding in a mocking tone. "As if your sole existence wasn't a shame enough for all Houses of Witches you are planning to bring more abominations like you into this world."

Johnny pointed out. “True but I’m not convinced Chloe was just out for a walk when she found you.” Lucas continued. “Bobby insists they and two guards were monitoring that floor and there is no footage of Chloe leaving her room. Then this morning, her wolf spirit managed to take over the human form and communicate with me. Also, she had blue and gold eyes. Who else do we know with blue and gold eyes?” “Atlas and Amos.” Johnny frowned and carefully pushed himself up into a more upright position. Now he was interested. “So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?”

Its metallic claws elongated with a series of sharp clicks, the purple light in its eyes flaring with murderous intent. "No! Wait! Please!" Somad screamed, scrambling backward on his hands and feet as the creature loomed over him. "I know all of their plans! I know where the pack treasures are hidden! Lihont, please! I’ll be your slave! Anything!" The creature didn't stop. It raised its arm, the long blades casting a shadow over Somad’s tear-streaked face. The last thing Somad saw was the cold, unfeeling glow of the Abomination’s eyes as the claws began moving downwards.

And then a third. The ground seemed to rumble under them, and the air began trembling as the noise grew and the source of it finally appeared. From the interior of the main building, three colossal, mutated wolves stormed forward. Their fur was covered with strange patches and jagged muscles that bulged as if their very flesh had been reshaped with cruelty and science. Their eyes glowed red in the gloom, dripping with a strange foul smelling fluid. Their jaws were overlarge, with teeth that looked like jagged broken pieces of steel. Their claws were elongated, twisted into deadly hooks, and they moved with a terrible speed that made Damon growl in warning. “Behold!” Elias roared, throwing hi

I saw some movement down below but I figured it was just the wind rustling through the trees. Then I saw a second figure, this one white. It got me to question if I really had seen the first. Then a third shadow so much bigger than the others. I closed the window again and slipped back inside. We were in the house of wolves, I knew what it meant, my instincts were calling out to me to join whatever hunt was going on down below. I still wouldn’t do it, I couldn’t. Full wolf was just not on my ability list. Why muddy the water too? I was going to leave soon, I didn’t want any connection with that family. I slept under the window letting the moonlight soothe me into a calm sleep. It felt so wro

Its surrounding environment was great, and it was normal for there to be wild animals from time to time. Olivia had just fallen asleep. She hadn't gotten into a deep sleep yet. She immediately opened her eyes when she heard the owl hooting. Normally, Ethan would already be home at this hour, but he wasn't home yet. Madam Burgess hadn't been staying in recently, too. She was the only one in the enormous house. The room was in complete darkness. There were only some warm yellow lights in the yard. She saw a large owl as soon as she opened her eyes.

The air didn't smell like rain anymore; it smelled like ozone and rotting lilies—the signature scent of the High Coven. Four figures stepped from the shadows, draped in obsidian robes that seemed to leak darkness onto the pavement. They didn't carry weapons; they carried a scroll sealed with black wax and a sickly green energy. "The High Priestess sends her regards," the lead messenger hissed, his voice like grinding stones. He tossed the scroll at Kyle’s feet. "The 'Abomination' belongs to the Coven. The Medina Pack has until the blood moon to surrender her, or the river will run red with wolf blood."