The Owl House Luz X Amity Novels & Stories

Right there and then, I wanted nothing more than to turn around on the horse and mark him as my mate. "Look sharp, we're already home." Alexander said suddenly, startling me a bit. I pulled myself from my naughty thoughts and looked around: the grassy plains we'd been crossing was giving way to a settlement now. Houses sprang up along the dirt road we were crossing—small, homely houses with female wolves doing their washing at the back and little wolves playing at the front. Immediately Alexander's horse walked in, they all chanted: "Alpha! Alpha!" I watched as Alexander waved to his people with a smile. I looked around, catching a few stares thrown my way. Some were curious, others were pla

Light responded. The air was charged with tension, the remnants of an argument with Athena still lingering like a storm on the horizon. Athena, the enigmatic figure who had entered their lives with a veil of secrets and hidden intentions. Light's inner wolf, usually a calm and loyal presence, now surged with a fiery energy, its amber eyes blazing like molten gold.

I'm like Adamelia's aunty, and it shows. Both Adamelia and Nathanial look so similar. From their light mocha skin, round button noses, hazel brown eyes, and curly hair. They look like twins. But it's probably because I am still viewing everything through a baby lens. Adamelia grabs onto the Dora the Explorer plush with her tiny fingers. She giggles as she begins turning from Nathanial. Nathanial is a smart cookie. So he turns to his favorite pink toy car and plays with it.

The South Wing now smelled of cedarwood, lavender, and the earthy, puppy-scent of Aegis, who had grown from a bumbling ball of fur into a leggy, loyal adolescent. With her workload halved by Emiliano’s decree, Amara spent her afternoons in the atrium. It was here that her relationship with Lorenzo deepened, moving away from strategic drills and into the quiet, complex territory of maternal bonding. ​Lorenzo sat cross-legged on the floor, his head resting against Amara’s knee as she brushed his dark hair. Aegis lay across their feet, a living rug of golden fur, his ears twitching at every distant sound of the mansion’s life.

The old witch informed an impatient Liam and swiftly, he stormed out. He left behind three creatures that blinked blankly, confusion written all over their faces — each stared at the other with investigative glances. Lightheart was trembling like a poor thing that has not eaten for days, but she immediately stopped trembling when her eyes fell upon Amethyst's horns. "Althea!" Lightheart called out with a wide smile on her features. She nervously entwined her fingers together while intensely staring at Amethyst who was taken aback by her sudden change in attitude.

Atticus cleared his throat; it was still rough with sleep. “It looks good, doesn’t it?” Lily nodded to the decorations. She’d strung the glass jars that would usually have held the birds from tree to tree, and the glass glinted. If he looked at it from the right angle, Atticus could almost imagine that the shine of sunlight hid the feathered frame of a hawk behind it. Though there were far less than usual, Atticus thought it was the best Blood Moon had ever looked. Lily was everywhere, her delicate hands knotted into every piece of bunting. He swallowed, suddenly nervous.

he stopped in front of a set of heavy oak doors, his hand hovering near the latch. “I can’t lose her,” Luz said, more to himself than to Lady Escuridade. “Not after everything.” He turned the handle slowly. The room beyond was bathed in soft candlelight. The scent of lavender and woodsmoke hung in the air, and there, sitting by the hearth, was Amelia. She looked smaller, here, stripped of the chaos of the city, or the terror of the marching army. “She is safe,” Lady Escuridade reassured him. “And she will remain so as long as she is with you.” Luz’s hand dropped from the doorframe. He did not look at Lady Escuridade. He could not. His amber eyes were fixed on Amelia, and for a long moment, h

"I'll make sure you have everything you need, Amelia. I'll make sure your cage is always clean and comfortable, I’ll also try to bring you fresh berries every morning, and maybe some mealworms if you like those? I've heard owls love mealworms. “Oh you better don’t. What happened to chicken?” I spat, “you better let her know I don’t eat worms if you don’t want vomit on your important documents.” I hoot at Kealen. “I’m beginning to think you’ll be fine in my tummy after all…” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I sneered at him. “It means, I can dispose of you whenever I want, so behave yourself and stay away from any papers. I’ll tell her not to feed you worms but if you dare act like a spoilt pr

Charles revealed, pointing a finger at me before placing his hands in his pocket. “I will deal with that one.” Charles nodded. “And Lady Eleanor?” Amelia shifted her eyes to me. “She is there but as per your orders she will be leaving the palace this morning.” “That's all I need to hear, the only one left now is Oliver…” “And Ava?” Amelia chipped in. “What about her?” “Arthur, u don't like new things, this is not a good sign, there is a reason impure wolves are different.” “Maybe you should just accept that the moon goddess helped her,” I growled stepping closer.

Once again, I could not find her, even if I did follow her scent here. Her scent was the strongest near the edge of the neighborhood which was closest to the pond where many of us fished at. However, I could not pinpoint which house was hers. I knew she had to live somewhere around there, but she was hiding from me. Why I was not sure, but I knew there was a reason. Her scent was a mix of cedarwood, amber, lilies and an ocean breeze. It confused and excited my wolf, Locke, and I. It was a strange but alluring mix of light and dark. Locke had finally been able to track the scent. It was strongest around two houses, but we still could not tell which one was hers. We had sniffed around the fron