The Owl House Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then my eyes met hers again. “It was you… wasn’t it?” I said slowly, studying her. “You were the one who broke into my house that night.” She didn’t deny it. “Yes, I was.” Nathan’s growl cut through the night air. “Why?” Her gaze fell to the ground. “I needed to warn you… all of you. Because it’s coming.” “What is?” Nathan asked. “The Owl.” “Oh, come off it already,” I snapped. “This is the same nonsense you fed Kaima. Now her dreams are being haunted, I’m pretty sure you’re the one who did something to her.”

Charlie Owen isn’t in the kitchen anymore when I come back down the stairs. The house is dark, with the exception of a soft glow coming from the screened-in porch. A single candle is lit and sitting on the table out there, and Owen’s back is to me as he looks at the fountain in the pond behind his house. There’s a light in it, making the simple fountain look much fancier at night than it actually is.

I didn't dare think about what they might do. That was when Owen appeared. He lifted me onto his back and carried me home, step by step. His voice was gentle but steady: "Don't be scared. My father is the Alpha. He'll find clean water. He'll make sure everyone survives." "Our house is big. You can live there forever. We're your family now." "There's an apple tree in the courtyard. The apples are sweet and fragrant. And Aunt Sandra makes the most amazing apple pies. When autumn comes, we can pick them together..."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

living room without any other furniture. If the second bedroom is occupied, he can only sleep with her in the master bedroom. Kim thought this guy's brain hole was a little crackhead, "Lord Owl, I'm going to let you sleep in my room, but if you sleep in my room, do I have to sleep with you? Can't I make a bed with Lily? Of course, if you want to follow the example of the farmer and the snake and force me to submit, I have no choice."Farmer and snake? Ethan immediately choked speechless, fiercely glared at her for a long time, angry cold way, "You should be less narcissistic! Who's going to make you submit? Get out of here. " "All right." After taking out her laundry, she went out of the roo

She left and locked the door behind her. Felicia huffed, staring at the door. She didn’t go to the kitchen and went into her bedroom. Locking it, she walked into the closet. She tapped on the wall and it opened to a different place. There it was, the owl sitting in a cage. Thin. Its wings are broken. Its big eyes were sullen. Felicia chuckled devilishly, “don’t look at me like that. You are mine now.” The owl looked down, submitting to her.

Cat ~Four years later It was the end of another long day at Wolfe Ranch. I was sitting on the grass on the front lawn of the main house and watching as Jacob and Ivy finished the last of their chores in the horse stalls. Owen was walking back toward me with them walking on either side of him. He had his cowboy hat on and a big grin graced his lips. It was hard to believe that we had been together for four years now and that Ivy and Jacob were now ten years old.

Then trotted towards my room. It wasn't the end of the realm just yet. And exactly like Keyleth words, Aunt Aurelia stood cross armed in front of my door, the bridges of her shoulders so straight and even, there was no doubt why she was chosen as a general. “I’d start with what the fuck was that Oliver, but then that would be going against the orders your father laid for me.” Aunt Aurelia sighed when I got to her. “You have five goddamn minutes to shift out of your wolven form and meet me at the court yard.”

Olivia whispered as she settled onto the bed. Trisha bowed and left. Once she was gone, the room felt like a cage. Yara was pacing back and forth relentlessly, scratching at the walls of Olivia's mind. I need to run, Olivia. Now, she whined. "No," Olivia muttered under her breath. He's out there, Yara added pleadingly. I can feel him. Olivia exhaled slowly. She hated that part of her that reacted to him without permission. She lasted all of three minutes before she gave in. "Fine," she whispered.

he growled, his voice colder than I'd ever heard before. His hand clamped down on my shoulder, the pressure crushing. Robin followed us, timidly speaking up. "Owen, what's wrong?" He didn't even look at her, his eyes fixated on me. She pouted, glaring at me. "Did you make him mad? He's never unhappy when he's with me." Her words disgusted me further. I turned my head, unwilling to say another word. After a long pause, Owen's hand dropped. He closed his eyes in frustration, the air around him turning gloomy.