The Owl House Novels & Stories

By the moon, it was fate. The woman nodded and moved forward into the room, making a move to speak. She stopped at the sound of a loud growl reverberating through the house. A second later a large male appeared in the doorway, stepping in front of the woman and shielding her from her view. “I told you to tell me as soon as she woke up,” He told the woman. Adelaide watched the exchange between the two. She images the woman’s hands to be fisted in the male’s t-shirt as she looked around him. His gaze did not leave her own as he assessed her. There was no doubt he was a wolf.

Southwards is the lake where I can make out the faint outlines of the Waterwolves homes. The Ironwolves and Firewolves have made their homes on the other side of the trainng ground, out of sight. I wonder if their homes look any better than these. It cannot be possible that these sagging homes are part of the proud Wildlands that I remember. Wet, rotten logs have been used to make the fires that fuel the smoke rising from the chimneys. There is no laughter, there are no no convivial drifts of voices that mark these clusters as homes. It is as if everything and everyone is dead. Nightime should be vibrant and active for werewolves. It's our time. And with the moon so close to full! Where is e

he asked. "It was up in the attic with everything else. I found it last Halloween, shortly after I moved into the house." "Interesting. Well, where do you want it? He should have a place of honor. You know Halloween is an unofficial holiday for wolves." Jamie gave him a skeptical look. "I don't think I've ever heard that before. Wait. You're just making it up right?" He shook his head. "Not at all. I, uh, read it somewhere before."

“His name is Edmond Michael,” Janeka said, mimicking her mother. “The most powerful warlock. He who destroys and takes life as though it were his creation.” “We’re here.” Freya said interrupting the girls who were busy giggling at the impersonation. They had just moved into Weston Hills, a whole new environment and a fresh start. As Hayley pulled her bags out of the trunk she looked over at the house. A middle-class convenient structure with a lush green lawn and daisy bushes that hugged the white picket fence around it which opened up to the stone path leading straight to the front door, it was the limit to Freya’s savings from her part-time job, not much but Hayley had a feeling she was go

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: "Fly to Haspan. Spy. Hear. Return fast." The owl's eyes flashed silver. Then- FWSSHHH- it shot out the window like a streak of lightning, gone before anyone could blink. Silence fell. Ortiz turned toward Lisa. "Try again. Look far." Lisa swallowed hard. She closed her eyes, pressing her palms together, breathing as though steadying herself against a storm. Everyone waited. Seconds stretched. Then her eyebrows twitched... her lips parted...

We walked past a lane with houses on either side, the side of Valeras where normal wolven families lived. Somehow, we’d avoided the guards that patrolled the grounds by this time. Dragging the dead weight on my back, we stopped in front of a small house with just one window beside a wooden door. It resembled a small hut, just like most of the houses on this side of Valeras. I lifted my fists to the door and knocked on it. “Are you sure Oliver?” Keyleth reached for my arm, dragging my eyes to hers. My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

Dawn was approaching when they finally decided to go home, each with a plan in mind to face the challenges of the next day. While Lola and Maya shared their confidences, the owl seemed to watch intently, its large eyes blinking in the darkness of the night. There was something mysterious about the way she kept her gaze fixed on her friends, as if she understood the depth of their words and the strength of their friendship. In a way, her expression seemed like an enigmatic smile, as if she approved of the two young women's determination to face their dilemmas. As Lola and Maya retreated into the house, the owl rose from the roof of the gazebo and, with a soft flapping of wings, flew away, dis

Luna Mira’s POV My room glowed with golden light as the sun sank beyond the horizon, washing my bedroom in shades of amber and blood-red. I stood before the tall mirror, brushing my fingers over the embroidered collar of my ceremonial gown—midnight blue velvet threaded with silver crescent moons.

“Whatever’s gone on between the witches and werewolves of New York is none of my fucking business. What’s important now is how to stop The Owl.” “Let’s say we believe you,” I said. “What the hell is The Owl?” “Not what,” she said. “Who.” “The Owl is a person?” I asked. “Yeah. A warlock. A very, very powerful warlock.” “And how do you know all this?” Nathan asked. “Because…” she said, looking away, “I got the vision of everything.” Her voice trembled, and I heard the fear in it. I didn’t want to buy into whatever she was saying, but deep down, I already believed her. She was telling the truth.