The Owl House Novels & Stories

It was like the tortious sound of a deranged man. The owl reminded me of my time in Aunty Matilda's place. The red sofa with cream soft pillows resting on its waist, the solid gold walls and the smell of purple hibiscuses that never seemed to leave my nose for a second. The owl in Aunty Matilda's house was gentle, cool-headed and compassionate. It knew the right time to come in the night and the right time to leave just after midnight. It came to my room in Aunty Matilda's house for a whole month; the first month that I spent in her house in Anambra. I mourned the day I waited for the owl to come sing in my window with its restless noise but it never showed up. The next day, I made a small b

"I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside." When he stopped, I went next. "I saw a farmhouse on the edge of the Oasis. Humans were working but were enslaved. A slave driver reared back his whip and struck one of the humans. There was a huge warehouse to the right of the farmhouse. Then I zoomed inside, and Rush was sitting at a wooden table speaking to the other heads of Nightshade." Elias was next. "I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons ar

A rustle erupts to her right, and she squints at the shadow on the ground, her night vision granted by her wolf counterpart allowing Olivia to easily make out the shape of what appears to be an owl, the bird perched higher on the small cliff of soil and leaves. The owl peers back at Olivia for a moment, holding in its beak a worm, and with the sound of another ruffle in the forest, the owl takes off, vanishing through the trees’ crowns. Olivia shrugs and stands from her crouch position, and she quickly dresses herself back, grabs her phone that she tucks in her sweatpants’ pockets, and she trudges to the forest’s outskirts, making her way back to the flat. As Olivia slides the hood of her sw

Ever since she’d set up a dog house on the porch, he’d been spending more and more time out there. After switching everything off and locking up, she stepped outside the house, the porch light humming above her. Then came a sharp, echoing hoot from the darkness. Startled, she turned, seeing the white owl perched on the railing like it had been waiting for her. Its feathers looked almost silver in the light, and its big round eyes blinked once, then twice, locking onto her. Arah’s lips curved into a smile. “Hey, it’s you. It’s been a while, huh?”

I shifted into my Owl and took off for the small cabin, Prince Liam informed me would be my hideout until it was time. The small single room cabin wasn’t far from the gardens of the palace, and it was very well taken care of. There was a small bed of flowers around the front porch and a single swing in the front. Very sweet, like a child’s play house tucked away in the forests of fairytales. When I entered the painted blue and white cabin, one bunkbed and a single bed were tucked away in the corners near the back with a wood table and three chairs set just under the front window. I could imagine three little children playing house. When I took a closer look at the beds, carved into the wood

Days had passed since Olivia left. She chose to go away from Edward for sometime, in order to be at peace. ** Olivia stood at a safe distance from the old, dilapidated house nestled deep within the dense forest. The moon's pale glow cast an eerie aura over the surroundings, adding an extra layer of mystique to the scene. She watched as a group of individuals entered the house, their figures shrouded in darkness. Intrigued by their presence, Olivia's curiosity got the better of her. Who were these people? What brought them to such a remote and ominous place?

Luna observed that beautiful white owl who was there simply observing, and could not believe the words and look of her husband, who was observing it as if of an enemy for life it will be, so she decided to deny immediately "Of course not... let it stay with us, even tho I think it's hurt, could you call someone to heal it...?" great, now apparently he would have to endure a being that seemed certainly disturbing in his eyes, those birds were not well seen in their lands as they were the messengers and allies of the Ivernor witches, in addition to the fact that one of her had attacked him when he was just a child, the only difference was that she spoke, he did not think she was the

"Mrs. Owl is in good condition, but why is she wearing a mask and sunglasses this time?" "Maybe Mr. Owl doesn't want her exposed in the media? After all, she's the treasure he holds dearly in his hand. What if she is targeted by criminals?" "Mr. Owl really doted on Mrs. Owl! He even takes his wife with him when he participates in an interview." "The two of them are a match made in heaven." "An overloaded sweetness!" ****** Owl Manor. Kim is playing with children's toys in the children's room. Justin was listening to his mommy's singing, and his mouth was grinning big that you could almost see his gums.

The night hung heavy with the remnants of magic, and the guest house on the outskirts of the Silver Moon Pack's territory became a haven for Elvie, her mother Elizabeth, and her sister Jasmine. The air inside carried a mixture of relief and melancholy, a reflection of the tumultuous events that had transpired. Elvie, seated near the window, stared out into the moonlit night, a canvas painted with both familiarity and uncertainty. The glow of the moon seemed to cast a gentle glow on the room, where a subdued conversation unfolded.

I wasn’t looking at him directly, but I was watching him through my peripheral vision. “Once upon a time, in a peaceful village nestled between rolling hills, there was a little owl named Oliver.” I took a short pause to kiss Elon on top of his head. “Oliver wasn’t like the other owls. While most of them preferred to sleep during the day and fly at night, Oliver loved the quiet, magical time just before the moon rose.” Elon looked at the pictures as I read the story. I bet he was reading it with his eyes, too, so I didn’t flip the page right away.