The Owl House Wattpad Novels & Stories

he inquired, turning to her mom. "Oh, she's upstairs. You can go check on her," her mom replied, already occupied with her tasks. Wyatt seized the chance and climbed the stairs, drawn by his yearning for her touch. She'd become his anchor, but as he neared the door, her voice reached him, engaged in a conversation on the phone. Hazel spoke of her wolf, revealing its name and their long-standing bond. Her tone lowered to whispers, seeking guidance on what to do about Wyatt. Agreeing hums followed as if she received instructions from the other end. Unable to restrain himself, Wyatt knocked, silencing the voices within. Hazel ended the call, and as he entered, he found her by the mirror as thou

Olivia rolled her blue eyes before hitting Tiz with her pillow, sticking her tongue out at him. I giggled again and snuggled deeper into my sleeping bag, holding my pillow as I waited for Owen to begin the story again. I might be the youngest heir, but I’m not scared of some campfire story. I’m an alpha heir. Being five doesn’t mean I will fear whatever story Aunt Talia made up to scare Owen and Olivia. Besides, it can’t be that scary. Right?

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.

Hadn't reminded him of all the reasons that word should have been buried alongside everything else we'd lost. The room seemed smaller now, with just the two of us in it. The fire in the hearth burned brighter again, casting his shadow long across the floor until it nearly touched my feet. The bond between us hummed, no longer painful but alert. Waiting. Outside, an owl called into the night. Once, twice, three times — an omen of change, according to the old stories. A herald of truths soon to be revealed. Kael still hadn't turned to face me.

But I couldn’t shake it. So at dawn—before chores, before breakfast—I tiptoed out of our den and snuck back into the woods. This time, I left a rock trail. And a flower behind my ear. And a note that said, “Not lost. Don’t panic. Be back soon. P.S. Don’t yell.” (I knew Joha would yell.) I reached the owl tree just as sunlight painted the forest floor gold. The hollow where we placed Tumbles was quiet. He was probably out stretching his wings or doing owl things. (I imagined him with glasses reading a spellbook. He felt like the glasses-and-spellbook type.)

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.

the girl asks as she lies down with her eyes closed. The owl had a small giggle at the toddler and began singing a tune. "Little owlet weak and frail, searching for its own trail, little owlet tries to fly, shall it succeed or shall it die; world is full of mystery, mystery full of tragedy, little owlet tries to fly, now it's flying, flying so high," it ended the song as the child fell asleep, slowly walking to the other side of the table near the window, giving it one last glance before flying out. *************

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.

Though, while the moon was at its peak, I finally heard what I was expecting. The chilling howls of the children of the moon. First, there was one. And when that first one was done, many more followed. The howls built up and continued for minutes, and that was when I decided to follow the source of the howls to find their village. As I was getting nearer, I could hear their howls getting closer and louder. But from the forest, I came across a house. Then I realized I had not yet left the forest. The house was located in the forest, away from the village.

Isla informed. And by her cousin, she meant James. Aurora nodded her head then closed her eyes, trying to think about what could have probably made her dizzy. Then her mind went back to the dead owl she had found this morning. The awful smell must have affected her in a way that made her sick. “Thank you once again Isla.” She uttered. Isla only smiled at her, then sat down. “Did you inhale something intoxicating?” Isla asked. She nodded her head no. “I can’t say but someone dropped off a dead owl as a present for me today.” She told her.