The Owl House Emperor Belos Novels & Stories

The prince's broad voice resonated around the cave. A sneer appears on the culprit's beak. "Speak up! His Highness is asking you!" The clamator slams the bird's head against the ground even further. "Hahaha... Looking for someone with eyes rather than a beak is much preferable, don't you agree Your Highness?" Verräter mocked. "What can you see around you, Your Highness?" he added. Aegolus glances around, noting that the entire area is completely ruined. "Perhaps, His Highness is blind," the owl remarked and started chuckling. He came to a halt when he felt the clamator's battle claw begin to clutch his neck.

Hundreds of masked nobles moved gracefully across the dance floor beneath towering banners embroidered with ancient wolf crests. The entire room felt alive. She could feel the aura a combination of Perfume, Wine, Magic and Power. Everywhere she looked, nobles laughed behind jeweled masks while servants carried golden trays through the sea of silk and diamonds. And beneath all of it lingered the unmistakable scent of wolves. Different territories. Different bloodlines. Predators hiding behind elegance. Kaelith suddenly felt very small. Lyra shoved a glass into her hand. “Drink.” Kaelith obeyed automatically.

"You—all those years—every appointment, every IVF treatment—" "Every moment I earned your trust." Doctor Owen shifted back to his true form—Now Mr Belarie—stretching like he'd been wearing uncomfortable clothes. "Just like you wolves shift into your beasts, EmberBorns can shift into any shape we desire. Any face. Any voice. It's one of the many reasons hunters wanted us extinct. I can take on your face or yours," He was pointing at each of them, "Or yours."

Commander Wesley said standing in front of commander Jean. The owls actually were great grey owls that were only found in the Raven kingdom and they were used as messengers. Every commander had their own owls which they had trained since they were a baby. "Yes, commander Wesley. We will do our best today too." Commander Jean replied slightly bowing as commander Wesley was his senior. "We will search his highness for the next three days. Even then, if we don't find his highness, we should return to the capital and think about the solutions. The capital might be in chaos." Commander Wesley said walking along with commander Jean.

He led the way down the stairs and then knocked on the door. “Greetings, Bramêth.” “And to you, Myllyof and Yvayn. I’m glad to see you too Jullious and Termâs. Now Erwaith…don’t you owe…” “Don’t even start that.” Bramêth gave a hardy laugh. He had broad shoulders that bounce as he laughed while his cheeks grew full and flushed. He had wind-baked skin all wrinkled around his dark eyes from squinting quite often in the sunlight that created large crow’s feet around both of his eyes. His hair was becoming gray and flowed down his leather shoulder plate. He was the leader of the Clan Balac of Ozwan and older than Myllyof by a dozen years or so. As the clan leader of the Clan Balac, he lived in t

"A descendant from each of those families lives in these walls, and soon enough, you will see them. Just make sure to steer clear. One or two of them might be friendly, and they might not even mean any harm, but their wolves are powerful like that, and the weaker you are, the higher chance you have of being sniffed to death by one of them." I swallowed hard, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. The Carpenter family, the Sanders' family, the Stone family, and the Dionte Family. They were the powerful four. Eros. The man with the necklace. Could he be part of these people? Could that be why the official had been so keen on protecting him? "How do I know them?" I asked, looking up to Knox. "Th

"Uh...Betty?" Emilia called coming out from the washroom with the white towel wrapped around her form, using a part of it to clean beneath her ears. "Yes, Ms," Betty replied, eyeing her, from arranging the new lotions and ointment the chief Omega produced from the garden floras specifically for her mistress. She handed one of the containers to Emilia who took it and started massaging through her skin as she flicked her eyes to Betty expectantly.

the emperor roared in frustration. I didn’t know what face to make in the face of his outburst and apparent distress. Admittingly, I found half of the matter quite funny and entertaining. I mean, I knew it was a big deal about the heir and all; however, I never knew that the emperor was so scared of his own mother. That was what I thought was funny about all this. “She’s always been like that. She’ll calm down soon enough…” Ren said without worry. “It’s been a long time since Lady Kamiya was promoted to Lady White Lotus…” the empress said with a thoughtful face.

I managed to organize for a crib to be set up, too. Once all the arrangements were made, I started telling my Bella about what we were going to be doing for the girls. I definitely scored some brownie points there because she then asked me to come closer to her and put her arms around my neck, pulled me down, and kissed me. She said that I was God sent and SUPER AWESOME! I was no longer in the dog box, I was now ‘Super Awesome’, YES! I am going to work hard to maintain her current opinion of me. Careful not to let it slip about our estate, I explained to her why we had to remain the anonymous owners of the orphanage. It’s truly a strange world we live in. The rich are always in the limelight

They soon arrive in the house of Oliver. Even so, the twin make sure that they lost all those people who are possibly looking for them. They make sure that none of those people would ever realize that they are the one that pick up the two. “Wow... this... is so big. Is this your house?" Jimel asked with amusement as he saw the palace like mansion of Oliver. ”What? You wanna stay here? This ain't an orphanage. I already have two stray cats so no need to add up"