Wattpad Owl House Novels & Stories

"Maybe they were close?" Owl's expression turned into a suspicious one. "Yvonne is hiding something from us." Asty looked at him. "What do you mean?" "Nothing." Owl pretended a laugh and poked the young woman's nose. "What are you doing this early outside?" he changes the topic. "I was just walking around." "Where's Chaol?" "He told me that he was gonna rest." "I see." Asty curiously looked at Owl. "By the way, Mr. Owl, how are you able to withstand the Sun?"

Its surrounding environment was great, and it was normal for there to be wild animals from time to time. Olivia had just fallen asleep. She hadn't gotten into a deep sleep yet. She immediately opened her eyes when she heard the owl hooting. Normally, Ethan would already be home at this hour, but he wasn't home yet. Madam Burgess hadn't been staying in recently, too. She was the only one in the enormous house. The room was in complete darkness. There were only some warm yellow lights in the yard. She saw a large owl as soon as she opened her eyes.

Charlie Owen isn’t in the kitchen anymore when I come back down the stairs. The house is dark, with the exception of a soft glow coming from the screened-in porch. A single candle is lit and sitting on the table out there, and Owen’s back is to me as he looks at the fountain in the pond behind his house. There’s a light in it, making the simple fountain look much fancier at night than it actually is.

Unfortunately, Grant Mercator is already sitting on his throne-like chair at the center of the second floor’s hall. “Where have you been, Oneil?” he asked while feeding the owl beside him. “Just outside,” Oneil replied. But he halted when he realized something wrong. His grandfather does not have any pet. Why does he have an owl now? He tried to check it clearly. He deemed it familiar from the ones that he took care in the grand barn. “Does this owl seemed familiar to you, Onei?” Grant Mercator asked. Oneil stepped closer but he is still a meter away from his grandfather.

I let out laughter, bringing my hand to tap over the slender thin fur-coated creature. Oriel is my pet Weasel since way back, and together with the rest of his many brothers and sisters, we make a family of our own. The hooting of an Owl distilling the night air also retrieves my smile and I turn in time with a large grew and white Owl gliding down in the air. I shriek, mixing my footing and falling back to land on my butt with a wince. With a faint frown on my face, I regard the large bird perching on my shoulder, “Hey, that’s no friendly greeting at all”.

Elroy said. That's really good news for me. "So, what about this old house?" "I don't know, let it sit idle, it's too small for the other Giant Wolves to live in." I was relieved that no one would find the Winged Wolf under the bed if no one were living there. With the help of maids, I soon moved to the new small house. Late at night, I sneaked into the old house after everyone was asleep. I want to transfer the Winged Wolf under the bed to sleep on the bed so that he won't catch a cold.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance WOLVES The house was dark and full of danger signs. The trees by the sides were tall and huge, fencing the house out of human sight. The house was grey and black in colour, cobwebs hung on each side. Making the house look like an ancient witch house, designed only for the Divines. Owls hooting were heard from afar, bats flapping their wings. Huns could be heard as if a choir was nearby but then..there was none.

“You seem very confused but you're on your own. We won't help you, and if anything happens to you, it's not our problem." With that, the werewolves stepped aside, allowing Olivia to enter the house. She knew that she was taking a huge risk, but she was determined to uncover the truth about her parents' murder, no matter what it took. *** As Olivia stepped inside the werewolf house, she was immediately hit by the smell of damp earth and wet fur. The interior was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering in the corners of the room. She could hear the sound of claws scraping against the wooden floorboards, and she knew that she was surrounded by danger.

He smirked impishly, "I'll just wait out here. Might finish that nap you interrupted." Twillow laughed and shook her head at him as he stood and moved away from the house through the trees to a grassy clearing. Leida beckoned her inside with a hand. With expert precision, Twillow flattened her iridescent wings down against her back and followed her into the house. Despite how it looked on the outside it was much bigger on the inside. The house was filled with all kinds of things; herbs, dried flowers, baking ingredients, crystal charms, and all kinds of bottles.

"Alright...owl, we aren't staying here forever. We have to get moving. Soon." The owl flew to the ground, landing on the map Anthony had laid out. "You're going to crinkle them, get off." The animal didn't listen, though—instead it just peck it's beak right into the map. "Hey! You're ruining it! I need that!" Anthony got irritated and moved to owl. The owl just looked at him again. He raised a brow and slowly looked back at the map.