The Owl House Oc Novels & Stories

Owen passed a startling gaze at the window wherein he saw the red eyes in the darkness but what Owen could see through his blue eyes was a pang of darkness. The red eyes were no longer visible. His jaw dropped on not spotting Lucas. Owen inhaled deeply and said in his mind, startled, "Where did he disappear?"

She waved her hand, conjuring plates and started to pass portions of the cake to Damon so he could hand them out, counting as he went. Damon realized that Victoria and Oscar were missing as he handed Olivia her cake. He groaned as he looked around the living room, trying and failing to find them in the crowded room. He shuddered at the thought of what they were up to before a loud screech had everyone's heads snapping up. He bounded towards the living room door, the only one already on his feet, when it burst open. "What the fuck?" he asked, forgetting the children in the room when he saw his niece and nephew struggling to carry a couple of ruffled, squashed-looking owls into the room. Real

Davina would always go first, “Did you get me the Abuela doll? You know my Doll House lacks one because George here ripped her dress?” he stated. “Also don’t forget, you promised Uncle Felix to get me a dragon toy!” “Everyone would get their gift.” Eric stole me away silently and revealed a shocking detail, “Kian knows something!”

Then trotted towards my room. It wasn't the end of the realm just yet. And exactly like Keyleth words, Aunt Aurelia stood cross armed in front of my door, the bridges of her shoulders so straight and even, there was no doubt why she was chosen as a general. “I’d start with what the fuck was that Oliver, but then that would be going against the orders your father laid for me.” Aunt Aurelia sighed when I got to her. “You have five goddamn minutes to shift out of your wolven form and meet me at the court yard.”

I closed my eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths until the phantom scent of the General stopped screaming in my mind. When I finally calmed down, I opened my eyes. "The fuck!" I shrieked, jumping back so hard my spine cracked against the wood of the door. Lying flat on my bed, propped up on his elbows with his chin resting in his hands, was Oliver. He was a pretty, petite Omega with a head of messy curls and pretty blue eyes, and he was currently looking at me like I was a highly entertaining holovid. "You really need to lock your balcony doors, Theo," Oliver said, kicking his feet back and forth. "It is way too easy to climb up here."

Now how was I going to look Tommy in the eye, and tell him he’s going to be an omega? I remember the stupid oath I made in high school then. My chest ached. Would he ever believe me?

Luis stared at her blankly. "You do." Abruptly, Hailey sat up and leaned closer, brushing her hair to one side. "I need to make sure." Alpha Rowan's words had kept her awake all night. How could she be certain she was an Omega? Her mother had claimed she was, but she had also repeatedly mentioned that Hailey was born wrong. Not only had he sniffed her, but he had also asked if she had ever been to the Howling. Most wolves experienced their first shift during the gathering, where being among kindred spirits helped.

There was even a chair, a mirror with lights around it, and everything. Leaving the bathroom, I opened door number two in the bedroom. This one led to a walk-in closet that already had my clothes on one side and Owen’s clothes on the other. In all, we barely took up half the space. With not much in there, I moved on to the third and final door, which led out into a small hall. Across from the bedroom I was in was another smaller room with its own bathroom. This room was completely empty, and the bathroom wasn’t anything as fancy as the other rooms were, but it was still nice and way more than I ever thought I would have growing up. Leaving this room, I made my way down the small hall to a la

Despite the fact we’d been forced to stay here, with Hunter’s command keeping me from going beyond the borders of the Storm pack for anything other than a shopping trip or a night out – anything that I wouldn’t come back from – I was almost happy here, because my boys were happy here. Owen was taking extra I.T. lessons at the pack school and, though I’d told him and Ares to try to keep their abilities hidden, it seemed impossible for Owen to blend in with the other students. As much of a proud mom as it made me sound, he was simply just too smart to not stand out from the other six and seven year olds in his classes.

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.