Leaning Willow Novels & Stories

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

The thought of them spending time together made Lady Silverwall lose all preconceived notions. After passing through the small hills, a collection of light refracted from one tree, bouncing off into the sky like an aurora. A firefly or two flashed past, their light brighter than the flaming mushrooms. When Phillip removed the last broad ketapan leaf, he could see a giant willow tree that in every tendril gave off a colorful light. Starting from blue, yellow, violet, red, orange, to green. The lights create amazingly beautiful color gradations. Phillip glanced at Louise who seemed also amazed, even though the Lady had visited this place several times. Only that time Phillip was not with her.

The new Lou - the girl formerly known as Lou - needs to keep her mind out of the gutter and her hands to herself. "I'm fine," I tell him, not even daring to look him in the eyes again. And then I take off down the hall before I have the chance to change my mind. I find Room 253 at the very end of the corridor, and when I spot the door, my heart gives a little jump in my chest. It's the room my family and I used to call the Willow Room. From the window on a clear day you can see all the way down to the stream on the northeast corner of our property. On the northern bank of the stream is a giant weeping willow with branches so long that they trail in the water below. Father used to call it Gra

Coming besides the tree he noticed at the far corner a small nest, a female wolf growling at him, three little pups beneath their mother barely minding the scene that had slightly unfolded, their mother bearing its fangs to the Lycan. He huffed. Shifting back and ignoring such a small animal. His hands subconsciously caressing the willow tree as he went outside. The first thing he saw was a body of water. A river. Separating him and the unknown forest in front of him. ... Heavy footsteps creaked the floor as Ceberus stood up, he licked Lycan's hands. He had brought his kill inside the cabin to feast, sitting beside the willow tree. He went towards the river to wash off the blood.

I warned her and left the room in a hurry before she came up with a response. The moment I sat at my desk. I linked Willow again. I wanted to see her, and so did Jet. I met a wall indicating she wasn't with us. Had she run away? I linked Leeana immediately to assess the situation. "Leeana, where is Willow?" I linked Leeana. "Alpha," She responded, and I was glad I got a response. "We went to pick herbs in the woods this morning after breakfast; she didn't find what she needed, so she sent me back to her office and said she would pick the herbs at the border. She hasn't returned since." She said, and I stood up immediately.

Willow thought. Waking up from the soft white carpet, Willow walked to the kitchen sink and poured a generous amount of dish washing liquid on her finger. She lathered her hand and started to tug at the ring desperately. The harder she pulled ,the tighter it became.The pain started to become unbearable and after a few minutes of struggling,she finally gave up and rinsed her hand. Another idea popped up into her head and she ran to her room. Packing a small bag of clothes and necessaties,she swung the bag over her shoulder and left, slamming the door behind her.

Caden agreed without hesitation, “Okay, Master Wade! In that case, I’ll rush over and have a look now.” Charlie hummed slightly in response, “I’ll be waiting for your update.” *** The car driven by Sonia arrived at Willow Manor more than twenty minutes later. The house was called Willow Manor because the entire manor was located on the edge of a lake halfway up the mountain that was full of dense weeping willows. It was said to be called Willow Manor, and it was estimated that there were more than twenty to thirty thousand weeping willow trees inside and outside the vicinity of the manor.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

A blush creeps on Willows cheeks and she looks down, clenching her fist at her sides. I feel my heart warming at Levi's words. I let go of Nate's hand and wrap my arm around Willow's shoulders. I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Don't worry, I'm excited too." It was true I was not excited to buy clothes, I was excited to get some more time with Willow. I had really resonated with her last time. She smiles at me and starts walking towards the tree line that leads out of the woods and into town. The boys follow closely behind us, talking about a bear Levi claimed to have taken out yesterday.

Elliot laughs nervously, “Yes she is.” I looked at David and asked, “Out of curiosity, what made you want to check it?” He replied, “Willow trees grow to those heights in full sun. They don’t do well in shade at all. Most of the time, if you see a Willow tree, there are no other trees around it. They like to hog the sunlight. They don’t play well with other trees.” I laughed, “Thank you. It looks like I have a lot to learn.” He smiled, “We would all be happy to teach you all that we know.”