Novels by Willow's Ink

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The late summer sun spilled its warmth over the coastal town, casting long shadows across the narrow streets lined with whitewashed buildings. From the second-floor balcony of his temporary office, Devon Carter could see the masts of fishing boats swaying gently in the harbor, the sea glittering under a sky so blue it almost looked unreal. It was hard to believe this place was now the headquarters of his life. Spain had become his refuge — a place far enough from home for the world to think him gone, yet close enough that he could still feel the pull of everything he’d left behind. The boat explosion had erased him from the public eye. In the news, he was dead. In the business world, his absence was a mystery no one dared to speak of directly. But here, in this quiet corner of the Spanish coast, Devon’s empire lived on in secret. Clara was the only one who knew the truth. She had been his assistant for three years before everything went wrong — fiercely capable, discreet, and

The morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the dining room, painting everything in soft, honeyed gold. The air was calm, the scent of fresh bread and brewed coffee mingling with the faint rustle of the curtains as a gentle breeze drifted in from the garden. Annabelle sat at the head of the long table, her hands wrapped around a porcelain cup, steam curling from her coffee. Across from her sat Camille, in her light blue school uniform, her hair still slightly messy from sleep, a piece of toast balanced in her small hands. Annabelle had been watching her daughter for several minutes, letting her mind wander. There had been too many dark days lately—too many whispers about missing people, the explosion at the docks, unanswered questions about Damian and Devon. In the middle of all that, she realized how much she wanted to give Camille moments untouched by any of it. Moments that felt safe, happy, and normal. She finally broke the quiet hum of breakfast. “Camille,” she

Sunday evening settled quietly over New York, the golden light slipping slowly behind the towering skyline. The city’s hum softened as families gathered in their homes, seeking rest and comfort before the week ahead. Inside Annabelle’s residence, a tense silence had settled. Camille sat quietly upstairs, her thoughts heavy, while downstairs, Annabelle paced the living room with a restless energy that refused to be calmed. Then, suddenly, the sharp chime of the doorbell echoed through the house, cutting through the stillness. Annabelle’s heart jumped. She exchanged a wary glance with Rose, who stood near the entrance, alert and ready. “Who could that be at this hour?” Annabelle murmured. Rose moved toward the door, her footsteps light but purposeful. As the door swung open, a familiar figure stepped inside—a man whose presence commanded attention even after months of absence. Devon’s father had returned. --- The man’s face bore the wear of travel, his eyes sharp beneath furrowe

The late afternoon sun bathed Barcelona in a warm, golden glow as Devon and Clara made their way through the bustling streets toward Camp Nou. The stadium, a cathedral of football, towered above them—alive with the hum of thousands of fans, each eager to witness the clash of titans on the pitch.For Devon, it was a welcome reprieve from the tension and uncertainty that had dominated his recent months. Beside him, Clara’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her laughter light and contagious as they navigated through the sea of supporters.They found their seats high in the stands, the vibrant mosaic of fans stretching endlessly around them. The roar of the crowd swelled as the teams took the field, a wave of energy that swept over everyone present.---As the game unfolded, Devon and Clara shared moments of exhilaration and playful banter—cheering on the players, exchanging glances that lingered just a little longer than before. Their bond, forged through shared struggle and relentless work

The grand hall was packed with eager faces, the air thick with anticipation. Annabelle stood behind the heavy curtain, feeling the steady beat of her own heart echo in her ears. The bright lights of the stage awaited, and the countless eyes of the audience focused on her. It was a moment she had prepared for in private — yet the words she was about to speak still felt like fragile threads she had to weave together carefully. She closed her eyes briefly, centering herself. How did she begin to share a story so personal, so filled with both pain and hope? Where was the place to start? Her mind drifted back to childhood memories — or rather, what little she had of them. Her mother had died when she was very young, a loss that left a quiet emptiness in her early years. That absence shaped her childhood in ways she hadn’t fully understood until much later. Then there was her father, the man who had been the mayor before her — a pillar of strength and vision in their city. His death, sud

"How could you lose Gabriel?" Alex snapped. "You know he’s a sensitive child! You shouldn’t have dumped everything on him like that. At the very least, you should’ve let Davison be the one to talk to him—he could’ve explained things better, more gently. But instead, you just—blurted everything out. Are you even thinking like a mother?"Franca’s fists clenched, and tears welled in her eyes."E-even you, Alex? You’re taking Davison’s side now?" her voice trembled. "You’re a Lombardi! You’re supposed to be on my side, not his!"Alex remained cold and unmoved."Just because I’m a Lombardi doesn’t mean I’ll defend you blindly, Franca. Yes, I’m your cousin—but I won’t support you when you’re clearly in the wrong. You need to grow up—especially now that you have a child depending on you.""So you’re saying I’m not mature enough to raise my own son?!" Franca gasped, her voice rising in disbelief.Alex exhaled sharply, losing his patience. "If you think raising a child means dumping your emoti

W-what...?I blinked twice in disbelief, unsure if I had heard him correctly."Did you just say your name is Gabriel Harrison?" Christy leaned forward, her expression just as surprised."A-are you, by any chance, related to Denmark Harrison? The owner of the biggest entertainment company in the country—and one of the richest businessmen in all of Asia?"If I was already stunned by what the boy had said, I was even more shocked by Christy’s reaction. How does she even know that name?Gabriel’s eyes lit up the moment he heard it. "You know my grandfather?" he asked, the faintest smile tugging at his lips."Of course!" Christy replied, almost scoffing. "Who doesn’t know that name? He’s a business tycoon—basically a legend. But are you really his grandson?" She narrowed her eyes at him, skeptical. "Because if you are... what on earth is someone like you—a Harrison—doing in a place like this?""I am his grandson!" Gabriel insisted. "If you don’t believe me, I can introduce you to him—just

Monica’s POV"Mommy, look at that kid... I think he’s lost..." Victoria said, tugging lightly at my hand.I followed her gaze and saw a young boy standing not too far from where we were walking.We were on our way home from the girls’ school, taking the usual route when Victoria stopped, her eyes fixed on something—or rather, someone.And just as she said, the boy really did look lost. He was standing there, frozen, eyes darting nervously around him. There was fear written all over his face.From his neat clothes and clean appearance, it was obvious he wasn’t from around our neighborhood. He looked like he came from a wealthy family.He was trembling, obviously unsure of what to do or where to go. My heart tugged in concern, so I slowly approached him, careful not to alarm him.But the moment I reached out and gently touched his shoulder—"Ackk! Don’t touch me!!!"He screamed and immediately pulled away, eyes wide in panic before he turned and bolted down the street."Kid—w-wait! I di

Third Person POV"H-How could you say that... right in front of Gabriel?"Franca’s voice cracked with disbelief as she dropped to her knees and clutched Gabriel’s small shoulders, breaking into loud sobs.Davison’s brows furrowed, his patience wearing thin. He watched silently as Gabriel looked up at his mother, confusion and sadness swirling in his young eyes. The boy clung to the hem of Franca’s dress."G-Gabriel... your dad is abandoning us," Franca whispered between soft hiccups, pulling her son into a tight embrace. "He’s planning to leave us... soon."Davison’s jaw tightened at her words, grinding his teeth as rage surged in his chest. He could see exactly what she was doing—playing the victim, feeding lies to Gabriel to gain sympathy, and hoping to manipulate the child who had come to love him like a real father.It made his blood boil.Gabriel looked up at Davison, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes."D-Daddy... is it true? Are you really going to abandon us?"Davison’s

"So that’s what really happened..."Alex and Alfonso could only nod at me after I finally heard the whole story about what happened yesterday—something I had no idea about until now.I was sitting in the principal’s office with them while the kids were already in their classrooms. I lowered my head in shame.I had no clue that the children had been experiencing bullying for some time now. And the worst part? Even the school principal himself got involved—and sided with the bullies.The kids hadn’t told me anything. After I stormed out of the restaurant following my resignation, I immediately got busy trying to look for another job.I picked them up from school, but after that, I barely paid attention to them. I didn’t even notice their mood when they came home. I never even asked them how school went.Maybe... maybe they would’ve told me if I had only paid attention. Maybe they did try to tell me, but I was too lost in my thoughts to listen."I didn’t even realize that something like

One Day Later* I still remember saying I didn’t want to see any of Davison’s friends ever again. So what the hell is this? Why are they here? "H-Hello, Monica. Good morning!" Alfonso greeted me with an overly cheerful grin, as if nothing had happened yesterday. We caught them just as they were stepping out of the car at the school gate. He and Alex were holding flowers and food—just like they always used to bring every morning to our house. "Good morning, Uncle Alex! Good morning, Uncle Alfonso!" "Good morning, Christy and Victoria! It’s so nice to see you both again!" Alfonso beamed, thrilled to see the kids. He started to step toward Victoria, arms extended. But I quickly stepped in front of him, shielding both children behind me. "What are you doing here?" I asked sharply. "Didn’t you understand what I said yesterday? I told you—I don’t want to see your faces ever again. So please, just leave us alone." I wasn’t even trying to hide my annoyance anymore. Just seeing them

The hum of the engine filled the quiet space inside the SUV as Asher drove through the early morning light. Olivia glanced back at Kylian, who had fallen asleep again, his small chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.She had been quiet since they left the scene of the attack, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she turned to Asher, her voice barely above a whisper."How did you find us?" Asher’s eyes remained focused on the road, his jaw tight. For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he spoke, his tone controlled and measured."I never left."Olivia blinked, confusion flickering across her face. "What do you mean?""Carlisle saw you leaving," Asher explained, his voice steady. "He called me immediately at the airport. By the time I caught up, you were in trouble. We chased after you, and when I saw the rogues surrounding your car, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer."Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. She ha

The air around them was thick with tension, the remnants of his fury still crackling in the atmosphere. His golden eyes remained locked on Kylian, wide and innocent in Olivia’s arms, but there was no mistaking the truth. He was his child.His son.A mix of emotions surged through Asher, hitting him like a tsunami. Rage coursed through his veins. Betrayal stung deep. But beneath the anger, beneath the hurt, there was something even stronger—an overwhelming sense of love. His wolf howled within him, recognising the connection instantly, its instincts flaring to life.Asher’s breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to contain the anger swirling inside him. His gaze shifted from Kylian to Olivia, who was clutching the child close, her body tense, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. She had kept this from him. She had hidden his son. The thought of her leaving, disappearing without telling him—taking his own flesh and blood with her—ignited a fury he hadn’t felt in years.Slowly,

Olivia’s heart raced as she clutched Kylian tighter to her chest, her mind scrambling for a way out. But there was no escape. The men had formed a tight circle around her, their faces hard and unforgiving. She could feel their eyes on her, could sense their impatience.The man who had spoken took a step closer, his expression darkening as he noticed Kylian for the first time. He frowned, glancing over his shoulder at the others. "She’s supposed to be alone," he said, his voice laced with confusion. "Why does she have a child with her?"Another man stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied Olivia and Kylian. "I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. A prey is a prey.""Should we kill him ?"The man who had spoken before shook his head. "Not yet," he said, his tone cold and final. "Let’s take them both back with us and decide later."Olivia’s mind raced as she listened to them talk, her fear growing with every passing second. Whoever these men were, they hadn’t expected Kylian to be

The night was darkest just before dawn, the inky blackness of the Alaskan wilderness stretching endlessly around her. Olivia gripped the steering wheel of her old car tightly, her knuckles white, as the headlights carved a narrow path through the dense forest that bordered the road. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees. The further she drove, the more she felt her breath begin to steady, her heartbeat slowing as the distance grew. She had left everything behind—the small town, the café, the life she had built with Veronica and Helen. She had done what she knew best: she ran.She had no destination in mind, only a vague plan to find a motel and lay low until Veronica contacted her. It was safer this way, she told herself. Safer for Kylian, safer for Veronica and Helen. She couldn’t let them be dragged into the danger that seemed to follow her wherever she went.But as she rounded another bend in the road, her stomach twisted

Carlisle stood there, feeling a whirlwind of thoughts spiraling in his mind as Asher’s words barely registered. "That explains why she’s been avoiding you. She probably found out about your connection to me and doesn’t trust you."But Carlisle wasn’t really listening. His mind was stuck on something else, something that had been nagging at him ever since the fun fair. Kylian. The little boy with the bright blue eyes. Carlisle had brushed off the familiar feeling at first, thinking it was nothing more than a fleeting sense of déjà vu. But now, with everything Asher had just revealed, the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place, and the picture they formed was troubling.Who was the father? That question gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch. If Kylian was a werewolf, Carlisle would have sensed it immediately. Werewolves had a distinctive scent, one that was impossible to miss. But he hadn’t scented anything unusual on the boy. Which meant... what? Was Olivia

Carlisle and Helen sat across from each other at a quaint little café, the soft hum of conversation around them creating a cozy atmosphere. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the sweetness of pastries displayed on the counter. Carlisle couldn’t help but smile as he watched Helen stir her coffee, her delicate fingers moving gracefully."So, you’re a schoolteacher?" Carlisle asked, his tone warm with genuine interest.Helen nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I teach kindergarten. It’s a lot of work, but I absolutely love it. The kids are so full of energy and curiosity. They keep me on my toes."Carlisle leant in slightly, captivated by the light in her eyes as she talked about her job. "It sounds like you’re really passionate about it.""I am," Helen agreed, her smile widening. "And it helps that I can take Kylian to school with me. I help take care of him because my sister is busy with the café. My mum runs it."Carlisle’s admiration for Hele

Kai's POVI trudged through the woods, the trees swaying cheerfully behind me, but my thoughts were consumed by one person: Aria. To the Sanctum, she was merely a pawn, a means to eradicate the Silverclaw. That mission, for which I was trained, loomed over me. Ignoring a nagging voice in my heart that urged me to protect her from the Sanctum, I stepped into the safe house and collapsed onto my bed. Deep down, I knew I couldn’t let them harm her—or at least, that was what I wanted to believe. The bond we shared and her view of me as "no ordinary human" kept gnawing at my conscience. She wasn’t afraid of me, oblivious to the fact that I was a hunter, one entrusted with taking down her clan.Even as I lay there, her presence lingered—her innocence, those captivating blue eyes that pulled me under, and her warmth, as if she were right beside me. The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. I yawned and stretched my limbs with closed eyes; I dreamt of her... again.Grrrrrrr.. th

Aria’s POV The woods whispered behind me, the air still tingling with the weight of him. I kept walking, even when my legs trembled and my throat closed with questions I wasn’t brave enough to ask myself, let alone someone like Kai. He called me Little Wolf. The nickname pulsed in my mind like a distant echo, bouncing off every part of me that had tried to stay hidden. His voice, smooth and sure, carried no hesitation. He knew. Somehow, Kai Ashbourne knew what I was and he didn’t flinch. I stepped over a fallen branch and hissed as the bark scraped my shin. Blood welled up in a thin line, stinging against the cool night air. Good. I needed the pain something real to hold on to. Everything else felt like mist. By the time the cottage came into view, I could see the faint glow of the fireplace flickering against the curtains. Of course Selene was awake. My twin’s intuition was sharper than claws. The door creaked open before I reached it. She stood there with her arms crossed, one

Aria The night air wrapped around me like a second skin cool, damp, and heavy with pine. I moved through the woods in silence, letting my instincts guide me as I proceeded. Each step I took brought me further from the packhouse, from Selene’s worried questions, from the confusion which was constantly spinning inside me like a storm. I didn’t even know where I was going to. I just knew I had to go. My body trembled though not from cold, but from that strange magnetic pull still anchored deep in my chest. Like something was calling me forward. Like I was being summoned by something or someone. Suddenly, leaves rustled overhead, and a shadow darted past the moon. "You're restless tonight," Lunelle observed, gliding down from a crooked branch and landing beside me with a graceful sweep of her wings. Her black feathers shimmering under the moonlight, sharp eyes glowing with quiet mischief. "You are still following me?" I asked, brushing a hand through my hair as stared back at h

Kai The woods at the edge of Thorne Hollow were darker than he remembered. Kai moved through the underbrush with calculated ease, every footfall silent, every breath measured. The Sanctum’s surveillance protocols had always been thorough, but this assignment felt different. He wasn’t here just to observe he was here to intercept, to uncover something ancient, something forgotten. What he didn’t expect was to find her. She stood in a clearing, barefoot and trembling, the moonlight brushing her skin with silver. Her hair was a tangled cascade, her posture defensive, yet regal. For a moment, Kai’s mind blanked. Not because she was beautiful though she was. It was something deeper. An ache in his chest. A whisper in his blood. He stepped closer. She flinched. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Are you... okay?” Her gaze snapped to him, wide and wary. “Who are you?” “I could ask the same.” Kai observed the slight tremble in her limbs, the way her body r

Kai's POV Being back in Thorne Hollow was like stepping into a dream you didn’t remember having, yet somehow always knew you’d wake up from changed. The streets were too quiet. The air too charged. And Aria Silverclaw was more than just a name now she was a question I couldn’t stop asking. Even as I blended into the school halls, pretending to be another transfer with a tragic backstory and a fake record, I felt eyes on me. Not just hers. Selene. The twin. The one whose gaze cut like a blade. She didn’t trust me and she wasn’t hiding it. In Modern Mythology, she sat two rows to my right, one seat up. I could feel her stare the entire time, the weight of suspicion like iron on my neck. She hadn’t said a word, but I knew what her silence meant: if I slipped, she’d be the first to make sure I didn’t get back up. After class, I was pulled into another mandatory check-in with the Sanctum. I found an abandoned alley, checked the perimeter, and tapped the comm chip behind my ear.

Aria's POVI didn’t tell anyone about the dream I didn’t tell Selene,didn’t even tell Mom.Sure as hell didn’t tell Kai.Because if I admitted what I felt,that strange, soul-deep recognition then I’d have to admit something else:I was changing,I was no longer the same person although it was out of my control.Not in the way I was supposed to not in the cracked-bone, fur-skin, howl-at-the-moon way.No, this was quieter, more deeper.Like something inside me had finally awakened… and it had his voice.By the end of the week, the bond started to grow stronger.I didn’t see Kai often. But when I did, I felt his presence before I saw him. It can be in the form of a low thrum under my ribs or like a string being plucked in the dark.I started hearing echoes,it was not voices exactly, just abstract emotions.When he was anxious, I tasted iron.When he was angry, the air around me felt too tight.Once, during History of Pack Law, I caught a fleeting image of his memory, not mine. He was sta