The Owl House King's Tide Novels & Stories

But before she could place her finger on what it was, Margaret Ashford walked into the dining room like she owned the place, a measuring tape draped around her neck. “I see you are still here,” Margaret said to Dukia. She held up a swatch of fabric against the dining room curtains. ”Liam darling I can’t seem to decide on what colour to use for the master bedroom. Gold or Ivory? I want everything fresh before the wedding.” Liam finally looked at Dukia. His mouth opened, closed, opened again. “Ivory,” he said.

Standing behind the shield of my brother, I couldn't see any of their faces, but I could tell very well, that Kyle and father were having a heated stare off. “Move.” I heard my father say. “No.” Kyle said right back. His voice hardened as he continued. “Do either of you hear yourselves? Do you even understand what you’re doing right now? Have you forgotten who he is? Before he is anything to this family, he is the King’s mate.” “No Omega is a child of mine,” father snapped immediately. Behind Kyle, I shut my eyes for a brief second, to assure those words did not hurt. Even though it damn well did.

“I want them dead. All of them.” “We all do. But we need a plan. Need information. Need…” I trailed off as movement caught my eye. A raven landed on the pyre’s edge. Large. Black. With eyes that glowed red. Everyone went silent. The raven opened its beak. A woman’s voice came out. Ancient. Powerful. Amused. “Hello, young alpha. My name is Octavia. I speak for the Old Blood Council. And I have a proposition for you.”

Or so I thought… Liza and I were happily walking on our way home with the things we bought, not until we felt an earthquake. The ground shakes violently and it didn’t stop for 5 minutes. After the earthquake, there, a very huge Serpent on which I measured around 30 feet in length rose from the hole it created on the ground. It released a very loud hiss and the people began screaming. It was so tall and big that it can overshadow five-story building! I was amazed on

The little owl hopped twice across the table, claws clicking softly on the polished stone. King Ortiz didn't waste a heartbeat. "Commander," he said sharply. The commander stepped forward with a fist to his chest. "My king." "Gather the people fast. Take them underground. Now." "Yes, my alpha." He turned on his heel and sprinted out, shouting orders down the corridor. Ortiz faced the owl again, lifted it gently, and whispered in that ancient tongue only the royal house still knew-low, clipped, urgent syllables meant only for the creature's ears:

His hand brushed against my waist, and for a moment, he just looked at me. Really looked. “Look at you two!” Kade’s voice yelled from the shore. “So romantic!” Eryx turned his head fast and glared. I laughed, nearly slipping under the water, and Eryx pulled me close before I could fall. “Careful,” he said, his voice lower again. Closer. “Thanks, wolf boy.. ” I whispered, heart racing for a whole new reason. Later, after the sun dipped behind the horizon and the sky turned gold and pink, we returned to the beach house Kade had picked. I stood on the balcony, still wet, wrapped in a towel, watching the stars blink into view. I felt...happy. Genuinely happy.

Her studies accelerated as the royal wedding loomed near, but Viktor's reassuring presence during rides through the countryside or quiet meals on the veranda sustained her. One late afternoon, Amy wandered into the palace library seeking new reading material. Rounding a corner, she stumbled onto Viktor seated stiffly across from an elegant silver-haired woman and imposing bearded man - his parents, the King and Queen Dowager. "This Anglo girl seems pleasant enough," the Queen was saying in a bored tone, "but surely we can find a more suitable bride of proper noble lineage now that the engagement mania has died down." "Mother, you gave your word to respect my choice of wife," Viktor bit out t

There was no way that would ever happen. "Rumours." I clicked my tongue. "How could they even think of that?" I shrugged but I think she didn't buy that cause she leaned down. "A maid cleaned up the King's Chamber and found you on his bed, covered in his duvet. What could that possibly mean?" "Hush Ulia. You want to start your own rumour, don't you?" "You're pinning it on me, Milady?" Ulia grinned. "I won't tease you again, Milady. After all, the King has ordered that I prepare you for the meeting ahead." TBC

Julian was King by presence, but his Queen and Princess ensured a smooth transition. By the time everyone was settled in, the moon had already risen from its slumber. Mikaela and I hadn't gone for a run in ages and Julian could use some fresh air. We had met over three hundred royals today. Three hundred people full of opinions and suggestions as to how we should start ruling. No opinions were warranted, but that didn't stop them from giving them anyway. We were exhausted and in desperate need of some relief. We had shown them all to Amber who would escort them to their rooms. Some had to be shown to villas deeper set into the property. Our manor was filled to the brim and so was our mood. A

When I stepped back into the room, I saw a food trolley being unloaded onto the dining table: several sumptuous dishes, a bottle of wine, two glasses. Two. I narrowed my eyes. Then I turned toward Madam Rachel. She stood near Mira, giving her instructions on what to pack for the trip tomorrow. "What is happening tonight?" I asked, trying to ignore the rapid beating of my heart. She clasped her fingers together, her gaze sharp. Then she smiled, a smile that wasn’t a smile. "The Alpha King is coming for dinner." I stiffened. Then the question left my mouth before I could think. "Why?"