Owl House Willow Novels & Stories

Her wolf was super excited, she might push Willow to jump Marshall inside the car and it would just be so shameful when her wolf retreats later and leaves her alone. It wouldn't be so bad, they were mates after all, but their situation was different. If Marshall was her first mate, it would have been a different case but he wasn't and with everything she had been through, she couldn't jump him until she was sure of where she stood with him. She needed all the assurance she could get, but for the meantime, she would enjoy having his fingers bring her pleasure. Willow cleared her throat and focused on the view outside the car's window. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the environment a

Willow POV Curled up in a comfortable chair in the farmhouse, I continue my knitting project. I have decided to make a blanket for Osiris’s bed. It will be a surprise for him. I don't know when his birthday is, but I have decided to treat him like my mate. Which means I don't need a reason to surprise him with a gift. The farmhouse is quiet today. The only sound that fills the room is the clicking of my knitting needles together while I hum to myself. I know that I am supposed to be out mingling with the members of the rogue colony, but I am not comfortable putting myself out there yet.

Mrs Willow understood that her husband didn't want to tell her anything because the safer it was if she knew less . When they arrived at the willow mansion , mr Willow went to mr Ranch's office and told him about everything that had happened and asked for permission to acknowledge the child as his grandson . Mr Ranch agreed even though the child shined in red light . The next day the investor came to the Willow mansion and met with mr Ranch . He asked for the presence of the child and explained to the Willow couple that the assassins yesterday were only a test that he had made for them .

he stands, reaches out his hand to me. “I’ll join you; the Opal Pack aren’t here but their alliances are. That’s not considering the Old ones also have some members mixed amongst the crowd. Hopefully, I can win them over with my charm,” Isaac smiles reluctantly, looking sceptical of his own abilities. “If you don’t mind, Mr Night, while you have a word with the waiting wolves it would be negligent of us if we didn’t speak with Willow further. Specifically, about her life, before she arrived here. I know you have informed me of the gist of it but I’m afraid we need to dive further into a few topics. Especially if she is the one the creatures are hunting,” Hewitt stands from behind his desk as

He didn't want to do anything to bring out the wolf again. Willow froze at the front door of the Brochade estate. Her eyes were unreadable as they traced the roofline and architecture of the building, down to the "For Sale" sign staked into the front yard. It's just a house, she told herself. A house of horrors.

After some time, she fell asleep because of how worn out she was. The next morning, Willow sat in the kitchen eating cereal and drinking milk. Luke had moved all the blood out of the refrigerator and replaced it with human food, which she was thankful for. Wes walked in dressed in black jeans, shoes, and a grey hoodie that complimented his eyes. He would stand out in any crowd. "We're going to your college library," he said. "Why?" "Because it is owned by Cayman Hill, your friend's father. I am somewhat acquainted with him. Cayman Hill knows about the existence of the supernatural world. There is a higher chance for us to find something related to the herbs there than at the public library."

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

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.

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu

I just ignored her and look at the others of what they will gonna do of having a black owl that perch on their shoulders. A moment later, Willow comes to me, crossing his arms and stared at me from head to toe. “Ms. Thana. I wonder if you are here in my class now?” Willow said to me with insulting of my pride. I just give him a sharp look and I don’t want to argue with him. Well, maybe yes, having nothing of the black bird just like the other is shameful to a witch like me.