The Owl House Abomination Novels & Stories

“Abigail, please. This isn’t a ‘superpower’ thing. It’s just... weird. Wolves don’t half-transform. One minute, I’m freezing to death on a mountain with Mom, the next, I’ve got a tail and claws.” “Well, clearly it’s in the family,” I said, raising my eyebrows. “Maybe we should talk to the doctor. He knows everything, right? He probably has the scoop on our whole family tree.” Owen stared at me like I was nuts. “The doctor? At midnight? You wanna go ask him now? What are we, personal detectives?”

Abby kept staring at the camera in the car, "No way!" All the strength that the puppet used to give her before, it's all gone now! Amelia has been back for so long, but she hasn't made a move yet, just to finish off all the schemes against the Cromwell family. The layout of the old house was strange, someone was trying to block the Cromwell family's luck. In the hotel, there was an "Earthbound Formation" set up, where someone wanted to use the Cromwell family's business to raise evil spirits.

For a moment, I let myself breathe again. “My problem is Olena,” I snapped, pacing the floor. “That pull she used, no ordinary wolf can do that. Only Abraham has that kind of power.” Mother tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Didn’t you say her friends might have helped her? Then why keep troubling yourself?” My fists clenched. Heat rushed through me. “Because I want her gone! I want her executed. If he wasn’t protecting her today, she would’ve been chopped to pieces already.” Umbriel let out a low laugh, shaking her head. “Relax. We’re already planning a stronger branch of the love potion. This one will be powerful enough that even if they’re mates, the bond will snap like a twig.”

Blood-streaked tendrils of hair laid on the top of its gray skull. I stared in horror, my mouth parting at the sight of what stood in front of me. And I thought what I saw at the grey building couldn't get any worst. This was unnerving. It resembled a wolven. A dead wolven that had been woken from death. Somehow, that was worse than seeing something that was half horse. “Don't move Oliver.” I heard Arias say again. My entire being went still, the hair right in front of my face, the only thing moving.

The dark fluid spilled out across the concrete, and the creatures inside—the twisted, grafted abominations—began to twitch. Nomo stopped. He watched as one of the creatures opened its eyes. They weren't violet, and they weren't red. They were a milky, sightless white, leaking a black ichor that hissed as it touched the floor. The thing let out a sound that wasn't a scream or a growl, but a distorted, multi-tonal vibration that shattered the glass panels of the nearby offices. “Somito, tell me you’re clear!” Nomo shouted, his hand shaking as he raised his tablet to send the emergency burst.

“Whatever’s gone on between the witches and werewolves of New York is none of my fucking business. What’s important now is how to stop The Owl.” “Let’s say we believe you,” I said. “What the hell is The Owl?” “Not what,” she said. “Who.” “The Owl is a person?” I asked. “Yeah. A warlock. A very, very powerful warlock.” “And how do you know all this?” Nathan asked. “Because…” she said, looking away, “I got the vision of everything.” Her voice trembled, and I heard the fear in it. I didn’t want to buy into whatever she was saying, but deep down, I already believed her. She was telling the truth.

This room was so spacious I could easily host a party for everyone. It was strange to see the moon goddess statue there, identical to the one in the other mansion. Maybe he simply respects the moon goddess, adorning his home with her likeness. If Lycans are like this, they hardly seem like the bad creatures people make them out to be; the real threats are likely the Rogues. "This room is too luxurious for someone like you," Oliver's voice echoed as he entered with Owen, his hands in his pockets while his eyes scanned the space. "Hey Mira, at least it’s a step up from that dump you called home" Owen said with a smirk, he sat down on the bed, grinning at me.

He again took Akshay's command before briefing me. Alex took me to the map of the mansion. And told me about the camouflaged CCTV, electrizied wires, sniper dogs, commandos guarding the Mansion and laser intervention. "There are not any visible loopholes in the security. Whoever must have planned it very well." Alex told me. "Where was the file placed, Akshay?" I asked him. "There was this another black zip folder and a book on psycology: Mapping Human Emotions." "Dammit!" I swear out loud.

At least I don’t have a lot of stuff to load in. When I return home, I unload the car and walk towards the house. I almost drop everything when I saw what was in front of the door. It was another black crow. Starteled, I just shoo it away. Why are these stupid birds following me? Maybe it could be the same one as last night? Crissy, you are overthinking again. I place everything on the countertop. “Thomas, I’m home!” I hear him screaming from his room. “Okay!”

The years of entitlement, the careful lies, the callous disregard for others—it all came crashing down around her in a horrifying torrent. The monster inside of her, the one that had orchestrated a murder in high school and the attack on Megan, was now staring at her in the mirror. She looked at the knife in her hand, then at Megan, her face now a canvas of grief and defeat. The reality of her situation, the years of privilege, the looming exile, the cold hard truth of her own monstrousness—it all came crashing down around her. Just then, Detective Amelia Vance, who had discreetly positioned herself on the far side of the warehouse, saw her opening. Lizbeth's attention was fully on Megan, he