Belos Owl House Novels & Stories

Jamal’s POV The message from the owl arrived under the cloak of night, a messenger of the unseen realms. Its white feathers glowed in the moonlight, and in its beak, it carried a small vial—a vessel containing an otherworldly concoction. The air crackled with arcane energy as the owl descended, talons gripping the edge of my windowsill.

This was more than a piece of jewelry; it was a relic, a key to a past deeply tied to Violet's enigmatic bloodline. The weight of discovery was momentarily forgotten when a sudden, piercing cry from outside shattered the cabin's fragile cocoon of silence. An owl, its large, round eyes gleaming with an almost unnatural luminance, perched momentarily on the windowsill, its cry echoing the urgency of a warning, a call to action. Just as quickly as it appeared, it took flight, its wings casting ghostly shadows upon the moonlit ground, leaving a chill in its wake.

Then he laughed and said something about foreigners and strange folks. We pulled into a street that was away from the so called trafic and skyscrapers. Well not really away, but at least here the houses weren't as tall. But they were long. The car finally came to a halt in front of a big house attached to another house and another house and another house. "There you go, 2445 owls street Los Angeles." He began leaning back in his seat. We all stared at the building. "Well? Aren't you coming out?" He asked whipping his head round to face out.

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...

"But hardly anyone knows about this house. It's like a hidden museum or a memorial place." "Is it okay for us to break in like that?" "The house is for everyone who finds it," Octavia said. "It's a school property." "Then how did you find it in the first place?" "A little bird told me," she just said and walked on toward the fireplace. Well, who knows? Maybe Octavia was the next Snow White or something. I looked around the living room. There was a kitchenette in one corner and a small dining table. I walked toward a table by the window facing the river. There were sketches of blueprint and map and strange machines. They placed around the wooden table with wooden models of the various devices

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.