The Owl House King Dad Novels & Stories

he asked with a hoarse voice. Zara looked deep into her son's eyes and uttered. "The king might not only lose his senses but he might lose his life as well." "What?!" he screeched and took some steps backward. He turned and went over to his unused laptop on his desk and pulled it on. Going online, he started to search everything concerning Alpha Cowell's sickness. When he finally got what he was looking for, he staggered back a little and veered to look at his mom who was gazing sadly at him. "I have no idea," he divulged.

But before I could ponder deeper, my phone rang and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the caller ID. "Today is your deadline, Beth." Dad's voice sounded from the other end of the line. "Dad, I wanted to----" He cut me off abruptly. "Come to the royal palace with your janitor friend at once. And of course, with the document to prove that the Lycan king will invest in Oscar company!"

"I think they don't have anyone to replace him, and in no time their little mafia family will be done..." Dad sounded evil, like someone who had an ulterior motive. Did he want to take over the mafia gangs? It looked like it and yeah, I was totally on his side. How could I not be? "Make me understand Gerald, why this sudden obsession with mafia stuff?" Mum was there to ruin it, and again from her own tone. "When the king dies there is a vacancy and only a king can fill it" Gideon said and dad snapped his fingers in joy, galloped the entire glass of champagne down his throat and came to hug Gideon from where we were seated.

Oliver's (Olly) POV "It should have been me, mama!" I shouted once my parents arrived home. "Olly, we have been over this. Do you think this was an easy decision? The king knew all along that I birthed a daughter and not a son. He's always known!" my mother shouted. "What if the same thing that happened to you happens to Tavi? I cannot live with that. She should not be made to submit to a ranked wolf and not find her mate," I pointed out. "I found my mate, Olly. If things would have played out differently, I may have never found him," she sighed, leaning into my father. "I'm going to the lake with Marlo," I said, dismissing myself.

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.

Mum looks at Dad and nods slightly. Dad looks at me. “When your mother was pregnant with you, she was quite ill. The pack doctor didn’t know how to help her. Orrin Dalgaard had just been crowned King of Zidiah after his father’s death and was visiting the neighbouring packs. “When he arrived here, he wanted to meet our Luna. I explained why she couldn’t meet with him, and he asked me to take him to her.” I watch as my mother squeezes my father’s hand in comfort. They’ve never mentioned any of this to me in the past. Sure, I knew that Mum was ill while carrying me, that’s not a secret. But I didn’t know the King had been here at that time.

His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all. “Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.

Guards rushed in and held him down. The younger Caelum stood up and brushed the dust off his robe. He looked down at the version of himself on the floor. “Take this lunatic away. He’s been impersonating the King of the Gods. Throw him into the Pit of Lightning. He doesn’t come out. Ever.” The guards dragged Caelum toward the door. He fought them the whole way, screaming that he was the King of the Gods, that he was, that they would all regret this. The sound got farther and farther away, until the doors closed.

“Matthew is your father, but he isn’t Daddy to you. Does that make sense?” Owen tilts his head in confusion. “I want a dad, mommy,” he says instead. Guilt creeps through me. I didn’t realize it affected him so much that he’s been yearning to have a father in his life.

The air was thick with tension and the restrained annoyance of my father as he stalked around his study, a glass of whiskey at hand and his jaw clenched. The familiar dark hair of his that Keyleth had inherited from him, swept against his broad shoulders over the brown tunic he wore. The resemblance between them was clear, irrespective of their striking beauty. Keyleth had taken my dad's rich and wavy dark hair, the rich olive brown colour of his skin and the shape of his lips and his eyes, a bright forest green, while I'd only inherited the shape of his face.