Romans & histoires The Owl House Fanfic

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.

I peered my eyes open and stared across the room to find what looked like a white shapeless blur pecking against the window. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. “What the hell?” I hushed. I stumbled out of bed and carefully stepped over to the window. I heard Lucas stir awake. “Harper? What is it?” “I don’t know, there’s this white owl perched on the windowsill,” I said. Suddenly, Lucas shot out of bed and came over to stand beside me. Before explaining what was going on, he opened the window, and the owl hobbled into the room. I gave Lucas an extremely dubious look.

I covered my mouth, hiding my laughter after he admitted to being terrified of owls. “I’m serious. Owls are creepy little shits,” he muttered, shaking his head. “One time, Az and I were goofing off in the woods, and I heard one make a hoot. I was probably nine or ten at the time,” he snorted. “Old enough not to be afraid of a damn owl, but I digress.” I can’t stop giggling. Through the entire story, Finn’s fingers are tracing over my knuckles or the inside of my wrist.

*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- "Hey, OJ, look! It is your boy, Harvey. Do you wanna talk to him first? I can wait. Not that I am gonna eavesdrop, but I will wait till we are good to go. Or do you want me to go ahead first? I could, too." Grace Thales, one of my closest friends, asked me curiously as we got sight of my boyfriend, who has been eyeing me as he walks in the hallway with his group of friends.

Elora's POV ‘This is absurd,’ I muttered inwardly. It all still felt like some bad dream or trance. I mean, this whole trade thing couldn't be real, right? Sigh… I couldn't come to terms with the reality before me. A reality I never saw coming at all. As a weak Omega, my plan was to live a secluded life as a princess, maybe find my real mate and… That was it; I never really gave my future any deep thoughts. Maybe I should have.

Anna's POV I had just submitted an application to the Council of Elders to dissolve the mate bond when my mate, Lucas Greyhound, reached out to me through the mind-link. "Anna, something came up tonight. I won't be coming home." He spoke in a serious and businesslike tone, just like he had countless times before. Had I not seen him going to see the witch with his lover, Emily Steelclaw, I probably would still be in the dark even now.

I wasn’t looking at him directly, but I was watching him through my peripheral vision. “Once upon a time, in a peaceful village nestled between rolling hills, there was a little owl named Oliver.” I took a short pause to kiss Elon on top of his head. “Oliver wasn’t like the other owls. While most of them preferred to sleep during the day and fly at night, Oliver loved the quiet, magical time just before the moon rose.” Elon looked at the pictures as I read the story. I bet he was reading it with his eyes, too, so I didn’t flip the page right away.

Ulsan wasn't expecting this kind of outcome. Her eyes felt teary and she felt broken and shattered just by watching what her daughter was doing despite all her efforts to get what the daughter wanted. Owl wants to fly away but Ulsan held her dress with tears, "Owl sister. Please help me. Tell the leader that I'll train my daughter and teach her to the right part" Owl laughed, "Ulsan your daughter is a werewolf!!! Werewolves and humans are alike and they'll never stop being greedy!"

That thought kept tugging at me, even as I tried to push it away. Still, the night passed, his birthday came and went, and life kept moving the way it always did,except… things began to shift. Owen didn’t have as much free time anymore. His father kept him constantly busy, drilling him into the shape of a future alpha. And when he did manage to escape that pressure, he was always around us. Or… if I’m being honest… around me. It wasn’t like he didn’t used to spend time with me before, but now it was too obvious. Too intentional. A few wolves started whispering, spreading silly rumors that maybe we were dating.

Olivia rolled her blue eyes before hitting Tiz with her pillow, sticking her tongue out at him. I giggled again and snuggled deeper into my sleeping bag, holding my pillow as I waited for Owen to begin the story again. I might be the youngest heir, but I’m not scared of some campfire story. I’m an alpha heir. Being five doesn’t mean I will fear whatever story Aunt Talia made up to scare Owen and Olivia. Besides, it can’t be that scary. Right?