The Owl House Oc Novels & Stories

My only response was a grimace. An hour later, we were eating in my room in front of the tv, Nick and Livie devouring a four-cheese pizza, a suggestion made by the her, while I... well, I ate grilled chicken. By majority vote, Olivia and I had decided to watch, for the trillionth time, Harry Potter and the sorcerer's stone, and while Nick was initially reluctant to see anything other than action, after forty minutes you could tell that we had created a new fan with the adventures of the most wonderful wizard in the world.

Haley's head was starting to ache a little. Owen Winston was truly mischievous. Why did he run to her house to seek attention so late at night? Luckily, she had left two hours early, otherwise this little troublemaker would have been crouching in the flower bed and surely catch a cold. She sighed and helplessly said,"Alright, alright, stop crying and go wash your face first." She carried Owen into the living room. Owen stuck his tongue out mischievously at Todd from her shoulder. Todd: "..."

Sharing a look, they had both mentally noted who to expect trouble from. The girl's knew that it was coming and that they were to expect trouble from these individuals in particular. This mental note, would be passed to the other house staff. Ensuring everyone knew to be wary of the gawdy male peacock and the orange eyed owls with excessive eyebrows. There was trouble coming in the household, particularly from these individuals and they knew it in their guts. Their hair raised on the back of their necks as the owl twins turned to fix their gazes on them – raking every detail they could see on them. That pit in their stomach blackened and deepened.

I let out laughter, bringing my hand to tap over the slender thin fur-coated creature. Oriel is my pet Weasel since way back, and together with the rest of his many brothers and sisters, we make a family of our own. The hooting of an Owl distilling the night air also retrieves my smile and I turn in time with a large grew and white Owl gliding down in the air. I shriek, mixing my footing and falling back to land on my butt with a wince. With a faint frown on my face, I regard the large bird perching on my shoulder, “Hey, that’s no friendly greeting at all”.

I’m more prepared this time. Tomorrow, I continue the plan. For the first time since all of this started, I’m not scared of what Owen might do next. The fear that used to sit heavily in my chest is mostly gone. After watching my parents tear down my door like I was nothing, after realizing how easily people who are supposed to protect you can hurt you, Owen Kyle loses his power. He can glare, threaten, watch me all he wants; none of it compares to what I’ve already survived. I don’t feel reckless. I feel steady. Almost excited. Like, I finally understand that I have nothing left to lose.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

However, I needed to know what they were arguing about because whatever it was, it was putting the Pack house at the hot end. “My guess was they were just about the omega,” I thought to myself, moving out of my room, and towards his study, where the roars were coming from. Once I arrived at the door, I stayed there, waiting for the right time to butt in. “She's not coming back here. Find a way to fend for her yourself!” I heard him yell. Immediately I heard that, I saw the appropriate opportunity to butt in, so I pushed open the door, wanting to add to the commotion.

He had his eyes on me, like he wants to eat me up! “If not for my people, I would have sent this animal back to the woods where he belongs. But he’s needed. He’s Evolet’s Wolf.” Accepting their decision, I left that place and went back to the mansion. And by evening, they gave their answer by stepping into my mansion like they own it. “EVOLET! DERBY!” The other damsels cheered, welcoming them excitedly. I watched this from above the stairs, raged about that Omega’s presence in my home.

“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.

The scent of blood, an owl shifter’s blood, lingering in the air. I race up to him, seeing him crouching on the ground. I shift and come up behind him. He turns looking at me over his shoulder. “What do you make of this?” he asks me. When I can finally see, I’m surprised at what I’m looking at. The owl shifter is there, in his human form lying on the ground, his head separated from his body. “I think we just found Owen the owl,” I say to Avani.