The Owl House King Dad Novels & Stories

One day, we were in the living room building a fort with all the cushions. Owen was in charge of the roof, and I was the “architect,” which meant I got to boss him around. We were laughing so hard that we didn’t hear Dad come in. His footsteps were always silent despite his size. “What are we defending against?” he asked, crouching down to peek in. “Vampires!” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him in. “You’re the King!”

Old Grandma Katherine directed her gaze to meet Olivia's eyes before inquiring, “Olivia, who is your father, and what does he do for a living?” Even though the sudden question felt awkward after introducing herself earlier, Olivia replied, “My father is Jade Jaylen, and he is dead,” she paused. “My father and I built Jade Enterprise, the number one in the fashion, entertainment, and design market.” “Wow, that is amazing, no wonder you and my grandson are a couple. You are both matches made from heaven,” Grandma Katherine said sweetly, even though Olivia's surname reminded her of someone she doesn't want to remember.

"Why are you laughing? First, your mom brought you to a fight, and now, your dad is abandoning you. What's there to be happy about?" Oliver was further encouraged by William's heightened emotions, and he attempted to "converse" with him. William had no choice but to bring Oliver to his bedroom. He grumbled while dragging himself to the room, "My karma must be quite bad to get a son like Kieran. I can't even retire in peace. He takes me as a nanny now. Is this how the 'King of the Business Empire' treats his dad at home? That brat…" Throughout his rambling, Oliver responded happily with unintelligible sounds. Mr. Bronswell watched as William made his way back to the bedroom, and he felt happy

He sighs heavily, his shoulders sagging under the weight of it all. “Alright, let’s get the others back in so they can cast their votes too,” Dad says, his voice thick with resolve. He sends Oscar to retrieve the king and his team, and I watch as everyone starts shifting in their seats, the tension still palpable. It’s like the room itself is holding its breath.

He looked at King Dragon with his squinted eyes as the wind played his hair, covering his eyes. “What’s matter, Young Man?” King Dragon began to walk to the porch and waited for a lady attendant to serve him a morning drink. Oliver followed him from behind. He scurried and paused to turn around, observing the environment with his curious look. It had been two days running after his father, King Othello issued a commanding letter for Oliver’s cousin from different bloodline of the great grandmother. King Dragon pulled out his leathered gloves and put them on the table. He took a seat with his legs crossed.

At a community party held to commend Dad, the community association director taps the microphone and makes an announcement. He says, "Mr. Cohen is selfless indeed. He has donated all the profits from his son's cafe to Jared Leroy. He solved the biggest problem that Gavin Leroy's household is facing." I think I must have heard him wrong. So the reason my accounts never added up was because my dad, Leonard Cohen, had given away my cafe's profits. But Dad straightens himself and says to me, "Gavin once saved my life, Hugh. Now, his family can't even afford the rent. What's wrong with you helping them out a little?" "Then what about me?" I ask in a shaky voice. Dad says with a frown, "You'r

Ellie. "I think someone is coming," one of the old men says and instantly fixes his trousers. "Son of a bitch" an angry growl sounds from the doorway and a wolf pounces at the King. The man chuckles and easily grips the wolf's neck, causing him to shift back. My father. "You are sick," Dad mutters as he struggles to free himself from the king's grip. "Look who finally showed up. A stupid weak wolf. Do you think you stand a chance against me?" the king growls and effortlessly throws my dad across the room, causing him to hit the wall so hard it trembles.

An hour later, in the living room of Pearce Manor, Richard, and Madam Pearce were perched on the couch. Owen walked in and gave a cool nod, "Dad, Mom, you wanted to see me?" Richard's eyes blazed with fury. "You remember you have parents? You've been back from Brookville and haven't shown your face once!" Madam Pearce's voice was sharp as she eyed Owen. "Not coming home is one thing, but I heard you've been to the King Residence? What business do you have there?" Owen waited, but when his parents didn't offer him a seat, he just sat down across from them.

he said, chuckling, and we all laughed along with him. “We are about to be grandparents; this is the first,” Dad said, smiling. “Tell me about it; I can’t wait to spoil the new addition to the family. A little Aurora running around the house – that would be amazing,” Dr James said, and Dad shook his head. “Every first son in the king’s family always has a son first before daughters. It’s going to be a son, I tell you,” Dad said, and I sighed. Here comes their argument.

Dad shook his head with a large smile breaking his face. "Son you will be mated to an Omega,your wolf wont grow in any way. so ill make a bet with you. You stay with her for just some months as, for the mate bond for you to become the king then reject her afterwards and I'll give you the throne fully. I walked out of his office to where she was resting. I stared at bella wishing she would wake up. I knew my father was right. I couldn't believe she is an Omega.