The Owl House Au Novels & Stories

I contemplated taking a shower, but ultimately decided on simply switching into an oversized shirt and sleep shorts. When I finished up in the bathroom, I came back out and stopped short. My eyes instantly locked on the window where I spotted something fluttering outside. My heart began to race as I rushed over and undid the latch. “Aurora.” I watched the owl bat its wings and fly into the room. My mind was still jociled when I observed her transformation. The first thing I noticed was Aurora’s contrite expression. She could barely hold my gaze. “I take it that you’ve finally pieced it together,” she said wistfully.

"I'll make sure you have everything you need, Amelia. I'll make sure your cage is always clean and comfortable, I’ll also try to bring you fresh berries every morning, and maybe some mealworms if you like those? I've heard owls love mealworms. “Oh you better don’t. What happened to chicken?” I spat, “you better let her know I don’t eat worms if you don’t want vomit on your important documents.” I hoot at Kealen. “I’m beginning to think you’ll be fine in my tummy after all…” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I sneered at him. “It means, I can dispose of you whenever I want, so behave yourself and stay away from any papers. I’ll tell her not to feed you worms but if you dare act like a spoilt pr

Isla informed. And by her cousin, she meant James. Aurora nodded her head then closed her eyes, trying to think about what could have probably made her dizzy. Then her mind went back to the dead owl she had found this morning. The awful smell must have affected her in a way that made her sick. “Thank you once again Isla.” She uttered. Isla only smiled at her, then sat down. “Did you inhale something intoxicating?” Isla asked. She nodded her head no. “I can’t say but someone dropped off a dead owl as a present for me today.” She told her.

“Well, you better figure it out as soon as possible, or we are going with the first plan which is extorting money from him.” Aurora remained silent as she began to think of jobs she could do in such an underdeveloped area. It seemed like it was a stupid choice when it came to earning a living, but it was the best way to stay hidden from Arthur as long as possible. Soon, her mother stopped driving and parked the car in front of a modern wooden house. Aurora raised her head to look at the house and immediately, she fell in love with it. It wasn’t a very big house, but it was one she could picture herself raising her children in.

The drive to the Bloodmoon Pack House, nestled in the heart of Mount Hood Village, always took my breath away. In August, its wood and stone accents glowed warmly under the summer sun, surrounded by bright wildflowers and the scent of pine. The sprawling house resembled a luxury lodge, with wide balconies and large windows reflecting the evening sky. Before I could park, Aurelia stepped onto the stone steps, her red hair shining in the sunlight and her green eyes sparkling as she spotted us. How did she know we were coming? Did Tristan text her?

There was even a chair, a mirror with lights around it, and everything. Leaving the bathroom, I opened door number two in the bedroom. This one led to a walk-in closet that already had my clothes on one side and Owen’s clothes on the other. In all, we barely took up half the space. With not much in there, I moved on to the third and final door, which led out into a small hall. Across from the bedroom I was in was another smaller room with its own bathroom. This room was completely empty, and the bathroom wasn’t anything as fancy as the other rooms were, but it was still nice and way more than I ever thought I would have growing up. Leaving this room, I made my way down the small hall to a la

Pleased with my disguise, I prepared to leave… AURORA’S POV The hooting of the owls, the squeaking of bats, and the chirping of the crickets created a fearful environment. Wolves howled in a distance making my heart race. I wasn’t scared of the creatures of the night, I was worried about the creatures who were plotting against my little angel. I held her as close to my chest as I stood by the window watching the moon. Sleep stayed miles away from my eyes. How could I sleep when a sword was hanging on my daughter’s neck?

During the drive Aurora chatted with Oliver and asked of Ruby and Sylvia, Oliver's daughter's and put it in the back of her mind to give him their gifts when they got home. Aurora tried very much not to miss Nate's teasing in the car and failed but she calmed myself with his promise that he would be there when she got there. The family's Christmas dinner was at Uncle Alex and Aunt Anne's place and Aurora was sure Aunt Anne would go all out and she did the outside of the house was covered with Christmas decorations and lights, the inside was not any better, there was a tree in the lobby and Aurora was sure she saw at the least two trees outside, all in all there were at least 15 trees in the

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

Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day. When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town. We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs, and that same, deeply unsettling feeling reached the pit of my stomach and made me squirm in my seat. I do think my first obstacle has come—being comfortable