Belos Owl House Novels & Stories

She was hiding a distance away from a remote Usonian Style home in an open field surrounded by woods. Phoebe has already circled around the house which was a small, single-story dwelling without a garage. The house was L-shaped that fitted around a garden terrace. and it has a flat roof and large cantilevered overhangs with clerestory windows. Phoebe noticed a young wolf playing with a raven and for a moment, she could swear that the Raven was looking at her. ‘How should I approach? Perhaps it is just a raven, and a wolf kept as pets?’ Phoebe wondered as she tried to look for any sign of human activity. “Bingo,” she said out loud when she noticed clothing flapping on the washing line.

The move from the Sterling Estate to the Brooklyn brownstone was a logistical nightmare that Liam actually enjoyed. For the first time, he wasn't overseeing the transport of servers or high-security assets; he was carrying boxes labeled "Aria’s Toys" and "Elara’s Medical Books." ​The new house was a five-story Victorian with creaky stairs, original stained glass, and a small backyard that was currently a mess of overgrown ivy and brick. It was a "Variables" nightmare, and Elara loved it.

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.

Ortiz faced the owl again, lifted it gently, and whispered in that ancient tongue only the royal house still knew-low, clipped, urgent syllables meant only for the creature's ears: "Fly to Haspan. Spy. Hear. Return fast." The owl's eyes flashed silver. Then- FWSSHHH- it shot out the window like a streak of lightning, gone before anyone could blink. Silence fell. Ortiz turned toward Lisa. "Try again. Look far." Lisa swallowed hard. She closed her eyes, pressing her palms together, breathing as though steadying herself against a storm. Everyone waited. Seconds stretched. Then her eyebrows twitched... her lips parted...

This room was so spacious I could easily host a party for everyone. It was strange to see the moon goddess statue there, identical to the one in the other mansion. Maybe he simply respects the moon goddess, adorning his home with her likeness. If Lycans are like this, they hardly seem like the bad creatures people make them out to be; the real threats are likely the Rogues. "This room is too luxurious for someone like you," Oliver's voice echoed as he entered with Owen, his hands in his pockets while his eyes scanned the space. "Hey Mira, at least it’s a step up from that dump you called home" Owen said with a smirk, he sat down on the bed, grinning at me.

Just then, a piece of news came. Elroy scored well in his exams. His new little house was approved for construction to continue. Now the new little house was finished, and I could move in. All the maids are helping me with my luggage. I was so worried about them finding the Winged Wolf in the closet that I hid him under the bed. "You'll love the new house. All the furniture in the new house is sized to your height. You'll never have to climb a ladder to get into bed again. And you won't have to worry about accidentally falling off a stool," Elroy said.

Asher hollowing deep in the back of my mind. “AAHHH!! What the fuck is that!?” Hunter almost falls into me as he backs away from the metal guardrail. I turn and see a large barn owl perched on the metal, completely unaffected by our presents. It was so unusual to see an owl this close up and so random. The colors of the feathers were unusual as well. They vaguely looked familiar for some reason. The owl flapped and preened its autumn color feathers as it continued to stare at each one of us. Its large yellow eyes glow against the moonlight. I breathed in and could faintly smell the most perfect scent in my life. The wonderful smell of spiced cider and orange. My heart raced wildly in my ches

and disappeared again. He noticed the forest and walked there, going farther than Becca had ever gone before. "Ugh!" he exclaimed as he entered a shed. He emerged angrily, muttering "fucking wolf" before disappearing again. When he appeared, he was standing in front of an old house that had been overgrown with plants. The dense grasses that had swept themselves up the house made visibility impossible. He slipped in and muttered to himself, "Perfect." Everything was perfectly made to his taste with a flick of his fingertips. There was only a bed and a sofa in the house. It was dimly lit and warmer than most homes, thanks to the candles. "Food," Zeoling mumbled as he plopped down on the sofa.