Leaning Willow Novels & Stories

It does end up happening, but I'm quick enough to turn around and so she is only able to see my backside. "Careful now," she says, easing me down into the warm- nearly hot water with all sorts of bubbles and salts in. I don't usually enjoy baths like these, but this is exactly what I need right now to help me relax. As I lean myself back into the tub and let the bubbles engulf most of my body, Willow slows her way down on to her knees, leaning up against the tub with a cloth and some soap in her hand. She squirts a few droplets of bodywash into the cloth and wets it. And before she even goes in to help wash me off, a faint gasp lets out of her soft lips.

The photograph nevertheless was a poignant reminder of his sorrow and lose. SHADE PARADISE, A CLUB IN TOWN: Willow whooshing herself there, just at the back of the club removed her stained jacket and dumped it in the dumpster. Her hands still maintained the blood stains, so she hid it behind her back as she made her way into the building. Still, she had to use her other hand to wave the back door bouncer, which of course was less stained and could hardly be detected under the shadow of night.

, he asked, zipping off. “Tch, didn’t even wait.”, Azea said grumpily. Willow snickered, forming two swords in his hand. “What, so he can give you a goodbye kiss?”, he asked, swinging the sword around to get a feel of it. He caught a glimpse of her shocked face and laughed more. “You didn’t notice how loud you were yesterday, did you?”, he asked, barely able to hold back his laughter. She suddenly turned beet red and faced away. She understood why Quinn want to the other side of the battlefield. He was to shy to face her now, and she realised, so was she. “I’m going that way.”, she announced, and without another word, she zipped away. Willow kept laughing till she was gone, and swung his swo

Willow’s POV I shed my clothes without a second thought and stepped into the rivers soft currents as the cool morning air raised goosebumps on my skin. The water embraced me, grounding my restless spirit. I closed my eyes, letting the cleansing energy flow through me, preparing to immerse myself fully and become one with the river when the snap of a twig, caught my attention. My eyes flew open, scanning the forest around me. With a flick of my wrist, the water around me obeyed. A swirling vortex erupted, gathering immense force before I flung it directly at the source of the sound. It wasn't just a splash. It was designed to knock a full-grown man off his feet.

Demon energy began releasing everywhere, and the air was filled with a stench. Willow covered her nose as the world in her eyes began to contort. Had she been poisoned? Willow was alarmed. She started channeling the Detoxification Technique to try and force the python's venom out of her. She coughed up black-colored blood not long after. However, she still felt weak and a little dizzy. This could not continue. Chase would look down at her. Willow forced herself to channel another mystical technique, and her mind cleared up. She channeled the Mystical Shadow Steps.

That, along with Dante's presence, was enough for her. Willow stood beside the stream and shut her eyes. She listened to the rushing of water over tiny pebbles. The whistle of the wind through the branches. The rustle of the leaves of the canopy. Willow spread her arms out away from her sides with her palms facing outward. The breeze grazed her cheeks, her nose and her neck. It ruffled her black locks. She shifted her focus inward into herself. Each breath inhaled and exhaled through her lungs. The steady heartbeat in her chest. The white energy that pulsed deeper past her heart. She imagined reaching out to it and grabbing it gently, like it was this delicate being.

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

Willow's heart was soaring, and she knew it was only a matter of time before it came crashing back to reality, but she didn't let that dampen her mood. When she walked into her store, she remembered that she hadn't cleaned up last night in her rush to see Garin. With a groan, she trudged back to the utility closet for the cleaning supplies. She flipped on the radio as she wiped down the tables, singing softly along, the strong scent of the lemon cleaner filling her nose.

Something we weren’t prepared for. That evening, Willow went outside to practice her powers, like she did every day now. I could see the tension in her shoulders and the way she tried to control the magic that bubbled inside her. She wasn’t just learning to control it, though. She was learning to understand it and learning how to wield it in a way that could protect us all. We followed her outside, as we always did, staying close by. I stayed back, watching her tense shoulders move her hands to throw a ball of fire. There was something beautiful about the way we all moved together now. It was like we were finally in sync, finally functioning as one.

The sun's golden light filtered down through the branches of the willow that skirted the meadow, its withered twigs trembling like dry sentinels sharing a secret. Adrian stayed at the border of the trees, watching as Elara made her way across the waist-high grasses, the faint blue hem of her dress rubbing against wildflowers. She still had not seen him. He spoke not a word. He just watched.