Novel & Cerita The Owl House Wattpad

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'll make sure you have everything you need, Amelia. I'll make sure your cage is always clean and comfortable, I’ll also try to bring you fresh berries every morning, and maybe some mealworms if you like those? I've heard owls love mealworms. “Oh you better don’t. What happened to chicken?” I spat, “you better let her know I don’t eat worms if you don’t want vomit on your important documents.” I hoot at Kealen. “I’m beginning to think you’ll be fine in my tummy after all…” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I sneered at him. “It means, I can dispose of you whenever I want, so behave yourself and stay away from any papers. I’ll tell her not to feed you worms but if you dare act like a spoilt pr

I could imagine those two rugrats running amok and playing in the daisies in the summer, while the sun shone overhead. Strange enough, this was relaxing. Just sitting here, imagining my family having a life with no actual problems, as if things had been okay for years and everything would continue to be okay for years to come. Wouldn’t that be nice? *** An hour later, I returned to the packhouse and headed for my office. I was halfway there when something clicked in my head. So, I wanted information about Owen, right? Then why did I not think about checking his room? As an unmated wolf in the pack and a warrior, Owen stayed in a room at the packhouse.

The owl rolled her bright eyes. "Why do you always do that to me?" Cassandra cried, still breathing hard. "Can't you be normal like other birds?" "Enough nonsense," the owl said. "And stop shining that damn light in my face, you're going to blind me." With her shaking hands, Cassandra struggled to switch the flashlight off, which threw a wavering ellipse of white into the sky. She wondered if anyone would see it, but if anyone was looking, it would be Ruslan, who was probably watching from their bedroom window by now.

"The full truth." From inside his jacket, Owen pulled a worn leather book. Its pages yellowed with age, its binding cracked and failing. "This belongs to our family," he explained. "Passed down through generations. It tells of a time when wolves were divided—some following the path of the Moon Goddess, others turning to darker powers." He opened the book to a marked page. On it was a drawing that made Elias's blood run cold—a black wolf with tendrils of shadow stretching from its body, consuming everything in its path.

Those five wolves were still hanging upside down in the trees but I ordered a couple of warriors to take them back to our pack and lock them straight in the dungeon with the other warriors from this pack that weren’t following Tyler’s orders. They took them away immediately, because we didn’t want the problems while we were cleaning up the mess at our new pack. Tyler took me to the packhouse and we looked around the house. It wasn’t anything special and I wasn’t that fussed about it. I definitely hated the decorating scheme and that’s where we came across the Luna. Sitting on the couch crying. Owen walked over and tried to comfort her but she pushed him away, knowing that he betrayed his fat

I’ve enclosed a drawing. She tied the parchment with twine, fastening it to the leg of a tawny owl, swift, sharp-eyed and loyal, the bird her uncle had once gifted her. Whispering to it softly, she sent it soaring into the night sky. … Five days passed in silence, each one gnawing at her nerves. Then, on the fifth night, soft wings brushed against her window. The owl had returned. Her heart leapt. She rushed forward, unfastening the small roll of parchment tied to its leg. With trembling hands, she unfolded the letter.

A rustle erupts to her right, and she squints at the shadow on the ground, her night vision granted by her wolf counterpart allowing Olivia to easily make out the shape of what appears to be an owl, the bird perched higher on the small cliff of soil and leaves. The owl peers back at Olivia for a moment, holding in its beak a worm, and with the sound of another ruffle in the forest, the owl takes off, vanishing through the trees’ crowns. Olivia shrugs and stands from her crouch position, and she quickly dresses herself back, grabs her phone that she tucks in her sweatpants’ pockets, and she trudges to the forest’s outskirts, making her way back to the flat. As Olivia slides the hood of her sw

"Katie said happily. "You're going to become one very soon. Am in my last month."I said with a smile. That smile that faded away the moment I remembered that the owl is still in the house. "Have mercy on me and my babies Lord. The owl has heard me say that am in my last month."I looked puzzled.

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s. Charly loves to travel and experience new places