The Owl House Hunter X Willow Novels & Stories

“Where is she?!” “Sir, please calm down—“ “Where is Willow?!” The door to the exam room barged open and a very large, very pissed off Owen entered the room, looking like he was about to murder someone. His eyes flashed golden, like the sun—hot and deadly— and I felt Rune’s hold on me tighten. When Owen’s eyes landed on me he let out a breath of relief and his eyes softened momentarily, only for them to burn once more at the scene before him.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

I could clearly see several male students in the first few rows exchanging excited looks, their hands quietly reaching into their bags. One of them was Gary's most loyal follower, Wilson Lewis from the Department of Sports. I ignored every stare and walked straight to the center seat in the first row. Everyone thought I had simply given up. Wilson and another young man stood up, vicious smiles on their faces as they closed in on me from both sides. Just as they came within six feet of me, the huge projection screen at the front of the room suddenly lit up with a hiss. The screen that should have been showing lecture slides had become a high-resolution screenshot of Wilson's private chat logs

“In the meantime, I would like to thank everyone that helped with the mission. Without you all, my daughter wouldn’t be sitting in this room right now.” He says a whole bunch of stuff. He talks about the fact that Rowan is a vampire, who had been in cahoots with Horace Smith the whole time. And how he’s close friends with a warlock called Mitch. But I’m no longer listening. My eyes are fixated on Willow. I’m doing everything I can to get her to catch my eye but she doesn’t.

"I have a gift for you. I must give you before the others. Promise me you'll open mine first." Devon's interest was piqued, prompting him to nod in agreement. "Alright, let's go in," he replied. As they went inside, Parker initiated a conversation. “Hey, Devon, how are you doing with the interesting project given to us by Mrs. Gomez?” He asked as they entered the house. Willow made a motion to rise from the couch to greet Devon, but Trevor intercepted her with a warning glare, causing her to concede without hesitation. Willow Harris was the beautiful sixteen years old daughter of the family. Like her mother, she had chestnut curls and a striking shade of bright blue eyes. She had an average

Jaden managed to take down a few of them, but one of them had tackled Willow to the ground. Jaden roared with fury and charged at the hunters, they had silver chains with them and the chain was burning willows flesh as she cried out. With all his might, he grabbed one of them by the head and twisted it, causing him to go limp, the other one scampered away. He turned to see Willow, her face pale and her breathing shallow. She was injured, and he knew they had to find a safe place to rest. Jaden carried Willow to a nearby rock and settled her down on a bed of leaves. He looked at her with concern as he started to tend to her injuries. He cleaned her wounds and wrapped them in makeshift bandage

he stands, reaches out his hand to me. “I’ll join you; the Opal Pack aren’t here but their alliances are. That’s not considering the Old ones also have some members mixed amongst the crowd. Hopefully, I can win them over with my charm,” Isaac smiles reluctantly, looking sceptical of his own abilities. “If you don’t mind, Mr Night, while you have a word with the waiting wolves it would be negligent of us if we didn’t speak with Willow further. Specifically, about her life, before she arrived here. I know you have informed me of the gist of it but I’m afraid we need to dive further into a few topics. Especially if she is the one the creatures are hunting,” Hewitt stands from behind his desk as

After some time, she fell asleep because of how worn out she was. The next morning, Willow sat in the kitchen eating cereal and drinking milk. Luke had moved all the blood out of the refrigerator and replaced it with human food, which she was thankful for. Wes walked in dressed in black jeans, shoes, and a grey hoodie that complimented his eyes. He would stand out in any crowd. "We're going to your college library," he said. "Why?" "Because it is owned by Cayman Hill, your friend's father. I am somewhat acquainted with him. Cayman Hill knows about the existence of the supernatural world. There is a higher chance for us to find something related to the herbs there than at the public library."

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

Diana countered. “Doesn’t matter. That has just painted a bigger target on me. I don’t want that Hunter in my home. He needs to go.” I shook my head. “Beyond that, the Hunter’s put himself on Toño’s radar. You said other hunters were hunting him. Plus, you heard him muttering about Bloodmoon. If Bloodmoon werewolves want him, he must get out of my house. Even Caleb doesn’t mess with that pack.” I rubbed my temples growing more frustrated by the second.