The Owl House Luz Fanart の小説・ストーリー

Swirling prisms of glittering opaque colors. Gliding across the sky, weaving in and out of the overhead canopy, a large owl circled the great stone house built into the high cliffs. A second owl, then a third appeared, silently making lazy circles above the branches and the rambling house. A lone wolf, quite large, with a shaggy black coat and glittering eyes, loped out of the trees into the clearing. Out of the darkness, on the balcony of the rock house, a figure gilded forward, looking out into the night. He opened his arms wide in a welcoming gesture.

We stood there staring at the house while my dark princess said something in I do not what language to make all those damn poisonous plants go dormant. None of the guys wanted to go near the damn place and I could not blame them. I was not thrilled about walking up to the door. We watched as the plants withered down to nothing. You would still feel the power floating in the air to keep the property safe. “Okay you all you big bad wolves are safe now.” Aerian giggled.

Woven into the ring was the shape of a dragon; a creature that reminded me of Ransom's first shift, but not quite; and an owl. The next blazing ring sat outside the mate ring. Stretching from under my breast to the top of my hipbone. All of my family's animals were depicted. Which now included a deer. Even Lukas was shown. A big O with a line running through it. At the section closest to my hip bone was another animal. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but it had beautiful wings. Atlas crawled around on the floor behind me. With his electronic pad, he raised it, aimed it, and I heard the sound of a camera shutter closing. He took multiple pictures from a variety of angles.

Luca wasn't sure what the house was like now. Fortunately, despite being old, the lights still work. Very quickly the light spreads throughout the room, giving a very warm feeling. The lights were turned on, and Olwen reacted and looked around the room. The first thing that caught her eye was that all the furniture was covered with a white cloth. Since no one was there, it was necessary to pack items away from damage by dust and rodents. Of course, from time to time, someone will come to clean, unfortunately, that time has not come, so Olwen had to stay temporarily with the dust.

I said locking the bitterness I felt in a box and locking it up in the deepest part in my Brain. "But you and I, we're a team now. The strongest team. Okay?" He nodded slowly before he smiled "Can we still show him my art project if he comes home?" "Of course," I said, though I doubted Xenois would return before Ollie's bedtime. He never did. I helped Ollie set up his art project on the kitchen table—it was a picture of our pack territory made with clay, twigs, and painted rocks. He'd worked on it for days, as he diligently added werewolves one by one to represent his family.