The Owl House Oc Novels & Stories

She sat on the chair and watched how Olivia denied everything. “I don't understand what you are trying to say, Luna. I don't even know what happened to Hector!” Olivia denied. She glanced at Gabriel, who was still asleep, which made her find it too odd. She knew that Gabriel wasn't like that, and he would be awake for a simple sound.

Blood Oath Academy never truly saw morning. The fractured moon dimmed and brightened in endless cycles, but the sky remained suspended in that strange edge between night and something almost like day. Below him, the lower training grounds were empty. The wolves would arrive soon. He should have been preparing for drills, for rank discipline, for the thousand small things expected of the heir to the Lunar Dominion.

She should have just said "owl" - Owl. Owl. – Lucasta reached out and grabbed an owl right next to her and gave it to Maris. - Oh my gosh. Do you understand what I'm saying? That's right, owl. Lucasta, you're amazing. All right, wait a minute, I'll get you some chocolate. Maris immediately ran away and a moment later, she returned with a bunch of chocolates in her hand and took one, and peeled it off. The most voracious owl of the flock quickly flew over and landed on Maris' hand, poking its beak into the chocolate.

Aiden made sure to get a word in, that Wesley and I should keep the door open, while we're in my room. I practically roll my eyes but agree nonetheless. And let me just say that Wesley was too tempted, to pull me into the bathroom and kiss me senseless. Those were his words, not mine. *****  To say that Owen did good, would be an understatement. He went all out with the house because it is beautiful. I couldn't believe my eyes and what was before me, it is so much better than our house, and I wouldn't mind visiting every chance I get.

, she pushes open a door to the hiss of machines and furnaces,- "you better finish this, old man!" An older orc was bent near the furnace, his hand holding some contraception that seemed to move and whirr like it had a heart. An eagle-owl sat beside him, silently observing the fire. As the trio entered the room, the old man stood up, and turned to face them. He removed his glasses, and Aelanor gasped inwardly as the whites in his blind eyes shone brilliantly in the dark.

When I looked up, I saw two bright yellow eyes staring at me intently. “Ole, good to see you.” Thank God his cup was full. “I see Owen pleased you tonight." The brew smelled bad, and I had no desire to refill it. Owen was brewing some sort of rodent tea for clients like Ole, the were-owls. "Do you need anything else?" He looked down at his cup for a moment, and then his large, unblinking eyes met mine again. "No." I knocked on the counter and smiled. "We had a great chat."

Ashley cheered, snatching the marshmallow and running back into the living room, not forgetting to thank him in the process. Owen laughed, walking inside and closing the door behind him. He took off his mask, pulling his face cap off and running a hand through his hair. “You came just in time for the movie.” Leonica’s voice brought his attention to her. “Yeah? And what are we watching?” Leading him into the backyard, She looked over her shoulder and offered the idol a smile full of mischief. “That’s a secret.” “A secret, huh?” “Yeah, but I’ll give you a clue. It’s a movie about clowns and res balloons.”

It pulsed softly with enchantment, courtesy Gwendoline and Carol, who’d worked their magic to make this moment unforgettable. Lola raised her voice, “Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for joining us for the final moment of today’s celebration! When this box opens, all will be revealed!” The crowd began counting down, “Three… Two… One!” With a dramatic click, the box swung open and a burst of enchanted blue smoke shot into the sky. But that wasn’t all. A small white owl soared up into the air from inside the box, its wings glittering with shimmering blue dust. As it circled the crowd, the blue smoke danced in the air around it, shaping itself magically into the words:

He appeared younger than the pack doctor, likely in his mid-twenties, and he arrived alone. After exchanging pleasantries, we introduced ourselves while making our way to the pack hospital. I discovered that his name was Owen, the second child in his family, and he was next in line within his coven. His father, aged 65, was still living. As we strolled along, the pack members seemed unfazed by the presence of a witch, as witches weren't generally met with disdain-only my father held such feelings. Soon we arrived at the pack hospital, where we guided him to Marcus. Owen touched Marcus, and his brown hair transformed into a striking white before he asked, "So, what really happened?"

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.