The Owl House King Cute Novels & Stories

"Keep going. Keep pushing! You're going to have your son." My gloved fingers felt a mass of dark, curly hair, and after several more earth-shattering wails from Olivia, out came a baby covered in blood. "I can't... breathe..." Olivia cried out. "Hang on, Olivia. Your baby is so precious," I cooed. He was tiny but perfect, with beautiful hazel eyes and a little nose that seemed to curl slightly upward at the tip. He looked so much like the King. Olivia cried out again, and I gasped in shock when another mass of dark hair appeared between her legs.

Her fiery gaze burned across the room, locked directly onto The King, who stared back with equal intensity, his jaw clenched. “You are disrespecting your King, Elara,” he said with a deep voice, laced with warning. “No, I am trying to put some sense into my cousin,” she retorted sharply. “In this room, I am your King! Nothing else!” He announced, his power flaring out in a wave around him.

Bria growled in my mind, and I exhaled sharply. “When did you become a motivational coach, wolf,” I questioned her teasingly with my thoughts and she huffed back. After we met with our children, Henry told them all to stay for supper. I went out on the back porch to sit down, Remy and Linda joined me while the boys remained inside to share a bottle of liquor. “So what was the king like and his home?” Linda inquired. Sighing deeply, I said, “ King Aspen is a very handsome man with white silverish hair and black roots. He also has amazing ice-blue eyes, but his attitude and disposition are very ugly. The place is huge and typical for someone who is in that position.”

Maybe this wouldn't be a complete disaster after all. "Your name is King? Why don't you wear a crown?" Julia asked, her voice full of genuine wonder. "You should have a big, shiny gold one!" King's laughter filled the car, a hearty sound I had never heard from him before. It was unexpected and surprisingly infectious. "Well, you know, I do have a crown," he joked. "I'm an Alpha, after all." "Is your house big? Do you have a big yard? Can we play there?" Julian chimed in, his voice bubbling with excitement.

King stared at the cell phone that had returned to its normal mode. Because of his love for Toothless, the wallpaper he used was also a picture of Tootheels showing his teeth and a big smile. but all that didn't make King feel better. instead, he put the cellphone rather rudely on the table.

Was this some new werewolf trait? If it was, then why did I think of home every time I was with them? Why did it draw me closer to Zane every time I thought about it? Speak of the devil... As I glanced across the room, my gaze landed on Zane and Mr. King. They were still at the apple-bobbing tub, laughing together as Cain’s turn had come around. Mr. King held up his phone, snapping what I could only assume was a series of incriminatingly embarrassing photos of his son and grandson. Zane groaned, but even from a distance, I could see the amusement in his eyes. With his hair still dripping wet, he shook himself dry, splashing the previous king. Now he was huffing and puffing, looking exactly l

The room was bright. The king sat in his high chair. Under his feet a stool was placed, near the stool, two large wolfhounds slept. One of them moved its head, looked around, and continued to sleep. The king moved in his chair, placed the cape on his other shoulder. He had a pretty face; he wasn’t older than forty. There was something charismatic about him, something sensational about him. His gaze wandered from one part of the room, to the other. From the profile, he looked like his father, the late King Zir. The whole room was silent. The king’s advisor entered, knelt in front of the king, and whispered something to him. The king’s mood changed:

Luna Caroline was the goddaughter of the former werewolf King, Oliver Weasley. After a journey of five hours, I finally reached my destination. "So, what brought a Glint to my place?" The Werewolf King asked bitterly the moment I entered his office. His aura hit me like a strong wave, scaring Venus. "Steve!!" A woman warned him and handed over a toddler girl to him. "Keep your anger-controlling device in your lap," she added, and for some reason, it worked. I believed her to be his queen. She removed her eyes from her family and looked at me with a smile, but her smile vanished when her eyes landed on me.

His entire body went rigid. “It’s King,” he said, voice flat. He turned the phone so Hazel could see. A new video message. King sat in a dark room, smiling straight into the camera. In his hands was Hazel’s old, worn stuffed rabbit — the one she’d had since she was seven, kept hidden in the back of her closet at her apartment. King stroked the rabbit’s ear almost lovingly. “Found this little guy while my boys were paying your old place a visit, mechanic. Thought you might miss him.” He leaned closer to the camera. “Come home to me soon, Hazel. Before I decide to redecorate your apartment with Reaper’s insides.”

"I'll make sure you have everything you need, Amelia. I'll make sure your cage is always clean and comfortable, I’ll also try to bring you fresh berries every morning, and maybe some mealworms if you like those? I've heard owls love mealworms. “Oh you better don’t. What happened to chicken?” I spat, “you better let her know I don’t eat worms if you don’t want vomit on your important documents.” I hoot at Kealen. “I’m beginning to think you’ll be fine in my tummy after all…” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I sneered at him. “It means, I can dispose of you whenever I want, so behave yourself and stay away from any papers. I’ll tell her not to feed you worms but if you dare act like a spoilt pr