The Owl House Fanfic Novels & Stories

I pretended to have just regained consciousness as I said with a pained expression, "Owen, what happened just now? My stomach really hurts!" Owen patted my back gently, showing a tenderness I had never seen before. His voice sounded choked as he said, "The witch examined you just now. Our pup is gone." I pinched myself and forced out a few tears. Upon seeing this, Owen cupped my face and kissed the tracks of my tears. "Ivy, we'll have another pup. I'll stay by your side until you fully recover." At that moment, a phone rang, again and again.

I'm sorry that it is like this for us' Lilac whimpered. 'It's now not your fault, I'm comfortable you're my wolf' I tried to motivateolivia P.O.V

Sometimes she would turn and cling to Suluu in her fear and he would rouse, covering her with kisses though his eyes no longer even opened. Time passed and even the dream scarcely woke her anymore. They slept, Ilyria and Suluu, their two heads together as they dreamed silent dreams. They did not see the owl fluttering through the open window, nor the monkey anxiously chattering on the balustrade. “It is enough, we have to act,” hooted the owl to the monkey from its perch above the lovers’ bed, “She cannot wake.” “But they will know,” said the monkey. “Perhaps it is time for a reckoning,” said the owl. It dropped down from its perch, opening its wings to stall its landing, but only a little.

The owl rolled her bright eyes. "Why do you always do that to me?" Cassandra cried, still breathing hard. "Can't you be normal like other birds?" "Enough nonsense," the owl said. "And stop shining that damn light in my face, you're going to blind me." With her shaking hands, Cassandra struggled to switch the flashlight off, which threw a wavering ellipse of white into the sky. She wondered if anyone would see it, but if anyone was looking, it would be Ruslan, who was probably watching from their bedroom window by now.

I shuddered as I still remember the scene clearly, as if it is happening again in front of my eyes. "It was too hot there. I felt my fur burning, but still, I kept going. I finally found Owen, but he was taking deep breaths and he had a lot of wounds on his whole body. He looked as if someone tortured him a lot. His wounds were not healing on their own; he was having trouble breathing. Though the majority of the things had already burned there, and even the scents were also unrecognizable because of the smoke, but the smell of wolfsbane and silver was still present in the house. That was the doing of the hunters, that's why I hate hunters from the core of my heart."

Right before my mating ceremony, I drank the glass of milk my mother had brought me. It didn’t take long for my consciousness to slip away. When I opened my eyes, I found myself locked inside a basement, a silver lock barring the door. Shifting, I threw myself against the door desperately, even when my flesh was torn and bloody. At last, I broke free. I dragged my broken body to the ceremony, only to find my adopted sister, Maeve, standing on the altar in a gown far more extravagant than mine. My mate—the one who had my heart—placed the Luna crown that was meant for me on Maeve’s head. Maeve sank into my mate’s embrace, her frame fragile. “Ulric, I feel like I’m dreaming. I’m

"Katie said happily. "You're going to become one very soon. Am in my last month."I said with a smile. That smile that faded away the moment I remembered that the owl is still in the house. "Have mercy on me and my babies Lord. The owl has heard me say that am in my last month."I looked puzzled.

Outside, warriors’ voices carried through the thin walls of the tent, talking about the Eastern Pack, about a war brewing on another front and about the King wanting more men on the border by the next full moon. During the day I walked around the camp studying everything, possibly an escape from this place, but more than once my eyes drifted toward the kitchen, searching to see if I could see Elowen so badly. Each time I caught myself doing it, disgust crawled up my throat. She is Northern, I reminded myself, she is nothing but a means to an end, same as everyone else in this frozen hole. Later that evening she was late coming back to the tent. I told myself I didn’t care…I told myself it me

“If you want anything changed, just tell me. Furniture, layout, whatever you need.” I shake my head. “It’s fine.” Oakley steps in behind me, looking around with wide eyes. “This is nicer than my room.” Lenox snorts. “Your room is a storage closet.” “It has a window,” Oakley protests. “A window that doesn’t open,” Lenox counters. Oakley glares at him. “It opens if you use magic.” “That’s cheating.” “That’s resourceful.” I roll my eyes, but the banter eases something tight in my chest. My wolf relaxes a little more, tail lowering, ears flicking with interest instead of tension.

"Alright...owl, we aren't staying here forever. We have to get moving. Soon." The owl flew to the ground, landing on the map Anthony had laid out. "You're going to crinkle them, get off." The animal didn't listen, though—instead it just peck it's beak right into the map. "Hey! You're ruining it! I need that!" Anthony got irritated and moved to owl. The owl just looked at him again. He raised a brow and slowly looked back at the map.