The Owl House Oc Novels & Stories

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

Olivia was on the couch for a long time, she woke up to the sound of thunder that startled her, her eyes opened and she heard Owen crying, it was very dark outside, she closed all the windows and curtains before approaching Owen in his room. "Hey my little pea, what's wrong baby? are you thirsty?" Olivia said and took Owen in her arms. After nursing Owen, and Owen regaining his composure, Olivia takes him into the room to lie down with him, but as she leaves Owen's room she hears her doorbell ring. She returned to Owen's room and placed him on the bed before heading for the door. "Who is there?" Olivia said and no one answered her, she thought maybe the person didn't hear her, but when she o

"YES! I want a blue room! No—wait—a green one! And I want a tree outside with a swing and—and—" His excited rambling was cut off by the sound of footsteps. Harold and Celeste appeared in the doorway, blinking sleepily. "What’s all the excitement about?" Harold asked, rubbing his eyes. "Why is our grandson running laps?" Celeste added. Oliver beamed at them. "We’re getting a HOUSE!" Celeste’s eyebrows shot up. "Oh?" I gave a small, sheepish smile. "I was thinking… maybe it’s time Oliver and I found a place of our own."

Owlyn safely led Cassandra back to Chamber of Mirror. They went through the mirror again, and the last thing the owl said before leaving was, "I'd appreciate it if you washed your face. You look like something a Groundsler dragged in. And remember we are all in a very great deal of trouble if you don't come back."

As I pulled up outside the exclusive private school, the twins spotted me immediately and came running, their little backpacks bouncing. “Mommy!” they shouted in unison, rushing into my arms. I knelt down and hugged them tightly, kissing their foreheads and cheeks. “How was school today, my loves?” I asked as I helped them into the car. “We learned about animals!” Owen said excitedly. “And numbers too!” Oliver nodded, climbing into his seat. “And we made drawings! Look!” He pulled out a folded paper from his backpack and handed it to me. My breath caught as I opened it.

As Andrew left the room, headed for a challenging conversation with Alpha Troy, Elvie clung to her optimism, envisioning the radiant future they were destined to build together. Elvie couldn't contain her excitement as she shared her plans with her mother, Elizabeth, and her sister, Jasmine. Her eyes sparkled with the anticipation of the life that awaited her as Luna of the pack. "Tomorrow," she exclaimed with a radiant smile, "I will finally become the Luna." Elizabeth, equally thrilled, chimed in, "And we'll be living in that magnificent mansion!" Jasmine, always the pragmatic one, raised a valid concern, "But what if Alpha Troy insists on Mara living with us in the mansion too?"

“Hey, it’s you. It’s been a while, huh?” The owl tilted its head slowly to the left, then the right, in that eerie, weightless way owls do. She narrowed her eyes, suddenly suspicious. “Wait... are you magical too?” After everything she’d learned, nothing felt impossible anymore. She made a mental note to ask Gildeon about it once he was awake. There had always been something a little unnatural about the owl—not to mention the way it always seemed to be watching her too. A sudden low growl rumbled from the dog house at the far end of the porch.

The deformed feet had already marked the bird as a servant of the demon. Before he could decide what to do about this new arrival, a brown streak appeared out of nowhere and smashed into the crow. Black feathers exploded outside the window as the bird let out a piercing squawk. Ralin watched as the sharp talons and pointed beak of a brown and white owl tore the crow apart, then dropped the remains to the ground beyond Ralin’s sight. The owl turned and winked one of its wide round eyes at Ralin. Ralin smiled. “Thanks, Jenna.” He had not really needed any help from the witch—no single bird, demon bred or otherwise—was a match for his magic. But it was nice to know they had allies keeping an ey

Emma changed her mind in the last minute call after the CEO invited their team for dinner. He looked at her who was busy chatting happily with the CEO who was seated at the front center. 'Great. The man who I found sexy is talking with my crush.' That could've been his chance to date an omega but his boss just had to ruin his opportunity. Zen sneakily glares at Mr. Claude as he chomps on the lettuce wrapped meat but the CEO must have noticed his laser like stares because he looked back at him. That's when Zen stopped glaring because his stare was just as captivating as his looks.

I'm no better that the person who crashed into them that night. I approach the window, which is still wide open. Lost in thought, I contemplate the surrounding landscape. These deep woods and their serenity usually soothe me. But, unfortunately, not tonight. Suddenly, I hear a hustle of wings and look up. What the...? My owl flies up to my window sill! She stays perfectly still for a moment. I do the same, lest the slightest gestures should make her flee. For a while, I forgot my trouble. She watches me with her big, mysterious eyes and then bends her head so far as to touch my cheek.