The Owl House King's Tide Novels & Stories

With a sad frown, I gaze down the hill, my brown eyes peering through the fields of grasses. Though I stand at a far distance from the Grand Alkhemi, I can see and hear the chain armours jingling and tinkling under the turbulent, cellar-black sky. I suck in a deep breath. The wolves gathered around me nudge my left arm, pushing towards the Kings. They are eager to push me towards their King. They want to see me stand by the Lycan King and fight against the fallen angel.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

Ayamira beside the tide heart. Ayamira hidi ng Azure Tide. Then another memory. Older. The first king standing on a shore before any kingdom existed. A woman beside him held the first crown. Her face was mine. Not Ayamira. Someone before her. The woman opened the black sea and placed something inside it. The first king whispered into her ear. When you return, I will wake. The memory ended. The child inside the tide heart screamed without sound. The black water pulled me toward the first king.

I growled, jerking at my arm. The footsteps sounded around us and all of a sudden, we both froze in our spots. My ears tuned out all other noises and only listened to the loud noise their feet created. The beat of my heart matched the rhythm of every stump. When the first King appeared in the doorway, he looked straight at me. He was wearing his casual clothes today—the ones someone would love to wear to bed. A simple blue T-shirt and Grey sweatpants. As our eyes met, he grinned. I recognized him instantly. He was Alpha King Tyson of the East—the manwhore.

Again, the older male accompanying this young owl bore similar features. "Darling…" The Raven Queen drawled in that unusual tone again, catching her attention, "I would like to introduce you to some of our first guests who have arrived: Prince Chaitav & Queen Charula Rajdevan from the Peacock Harpy Clan." As she pointed to the most, out of place, duo in the room. "Prince Loris and Prince Lucas, are from the Eurasian Eagle Owl Harpy Clan… wow, that is a mouthful!" The Raven Queen teased, unusually, politely, "They are accompanied by King Easton." She then moved her hand to point her black almond nail toward the last two, "Finally we have Prince Kavan, accompanied by King Abram Rouault of the

Justice yawned and glanced at the clock. “It’s after three.” “I’m ready to call it a night.” Tiger stretched on the couch. “That was a good action film.” “Thanks for staying with me.” “Not a problem. Any time.” Tiger met his gaze. “Females are trouble. Never forget that. We’re better off without them.” “I’m not sure I agree.” “Do you want me to stay in the guest room?” “Do you feel like driving home?”

Harris turned to Nyra. "Take care of him." She smiled. "I'll try." The old man chuckled. "He's stubborn, but he's got a good heart." Awww Kaizen looked away, embarrassed. After one last wave, Mr. Harris climbed into his old pickup truck. He drove only a short distance before stopping beneath a large oak tree. He frowned thoughtfully. "The estate should know the young master came home..." He pulled out his phone. His fingers typed slowly…. Young Master Kaizen is staying at the lakeside cottage. He seems healthy. Please inform the estate manager.

“I am a Lycan of Royal Blood, and you stopped having power over me the moment you marked my mate. Your commands mean nothing to me. I, Adam Kingston, First Prince of Werebeasts have come to claim my thrown.” I grab his neck and snap it. “Werebeasts, Your New King,” Joshua yells. “All loyal kneel before him.” I see Evie hit her knee first. She is on the second deck in the royal box. I Jump over heads and climb to get to her. “You bow to no one my love,” I tell her. “Don’t ever all me love again,” she pulls me close. “I’ll explain later. Just hold me babe. Hold me and don’t let go.”

“An… an omega? But… how?” “I don’t know!” Kaelen burst out, his voice a raw, frustrated snarl. “The Moon Goddess in her infinite wisdom has decided to play a cruel joke on me. She has tied me, the King of the Lycans, to a terrified nineteen-year-old kitchen maid from Silver Creek!”