The Owl House Golden Guard Novels & Stories

The few of them left here were increasingly ignorant of Dark Land lore. Fallon was a guardian. Together with the Council of Elders, he protected the gate from criminals intent on escaping human justice and regulated the flow of emigrants fleeing the increasing power of the Cult. Only a few families still lingered on Earth. Almost all that remained of their young men had chosen to receive special combat training, protecting their people and the gate until the stragglers could make up their mind to cross over. Fallon hoped it would happen soon. Those that were left couldn’t escape the vigilantes for long.

Unfortunately, Grant Mercator is already sitting on his throne-like chair at the center of the second floor’s hall. “Where have you been, Oneil?” he asked while feeding the owl beside him. “Just outside,” Oneil replied. But he halted when he realized something wrong. His grandfather does not have any pet. Why does he have an owl now? He tried to check it clearly. He deemed it familiar from the ones that he took care in the grand barn. “Does this owl seemed familiar to you, Onei?” Grant Mercator asked. Oneil stepped closer but he is still a meter away from his grandfather.

" Early the next morning, Ashton and I arrived at Mom's house at the agreed time. I clipped a tiny camera to Ashton's collar and slipped a voice recorder into his pocket. Once everything was ready, I slipped into the stairwell to monitor what was happening. The moment Mom opened the door, her face was all smiles. "Oh, Ashton! It's been so long! I've been so busy lately, I haven't had a chance to invite you over for a meal together." After welcoming Ashton inside, she quickly brought out tea and refreshments. Hailey was sitting upright on the living room couch with heavy makeup on her face. It was obvious her outfit was brand new. "Ashton, you must be tired! Here, have some fruit! Oh no, the

"Absolutely. Being with Vivian is the greatest blessing of my life. I'll always take care of her." Their laughter cut like glass. The guard shifted awkwardly. "If you don't have an invitation, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave." I fixed him with a stare that shut him up instantly. "I don't have an invitation. Will this do?" I produced a gold insignia. The guard's eyes went wide. It was the crest of the Oceanridge Pack Alpha's direct bloodline—only immediate family carried the gold. Regular members received silver. Offending a direct heir of the most powerful pack in the wolf world was unthinkable.

His eyes were gold but not the warm amber of a normal shifted wolf. Cold gold. Ancient gold. The color of something that had been burning for a very long time without going out. He came through the breach and stopped. I looked at the outer yard. Looked at the Ashmoor soldiers on the left and the Obsidian defense line on the right and the burning western wing beyond both of them. Then he looked at me. Directly at me. Across the entire width of the outer yard with smoke between us and

I slid it out and unlocked the screen to find a message from Galen. “I left your laboratory security access card with the estate’s front gate guard. I’ll be waiting for you there tomorrow morning at eight o’clock sharp.” I typed out a brief, single-word reply: “Okay.” As I slipped my phone back into my pocket and lifted my head, my eyes locked right onto Owen’s watchful gaze. He seemed to instantly deduce what was happening, his expression shifting into a comically ferocious, overprotective glare. “Is that guy asking you out again?” he demanded.

Gold is smitten as always. “You don’t have to be so easy!” I snap at her. “Four pups and over twenty years, surely you have grown some resistance to this.” “Leave Gold alone. You couldn’t resist me way before she showed up,” it’s Leroy who responds. “The point is, my gorgeous queen, I don’t think Alloy can control his instincts to protect Orlaith,” he adds. “So, you are fine with him leaving Aerol to fend for herself? He was to protect them both.”

Angel counted those and there was about 40 highlights. “God damn it, I can’t send out 40 men to watch these guys to make sure they aren’t behind it. And I know someone is because I was there those nights.” “But nothing has been said about anything more happening, right?” “No. The men are watching both parents and family and really nothing seems to have happened. Of course, that’s always a YET.” “We both know that they will probably wait till they think we have let our guard down.” Angel nodded her head in agreement; that normally seemed to be their case.

While lost in her deep thought Kim still feels there's a movement outside the manor. Ace came into the living room with several bodyguards, "Miss Swann, please come visit the old man." Imperial hospital. In the VVIP ward on the top floor of the inpatient department, William Owl is in a rage, "All of them are a bunch of useless waste! For so many days, none of you found Kim under your nose!" The old man is worthy of being the last leader of the Owl family and has a strong deterrent power. All bodyguards knelt on the ground. Ace is also under pressure, escorting Kim into the door.

Its surrounding environment was great, and it was normal for there to be wild animals from time to time. Olivia had just fallen asleep. She hadn't gotten into a deep sleep yet. She immediately opened her eyes when she heard the owl hooting. Normally, Ethan would already be home at this hour, but he wasn't home yet. Madam Burgess hadn't been staying in recently, too. She was the only one in the enormous house. The room was in complete darkness. There were only some warm yellow lights in the yard. She saw a large owl as soon as she opened her eyes.