Owl House Willow Novels & Stories

"Tomorrow, we show the world that the wolves of the Vale do not play games. We only win." Willow closed her eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless slumber, protected by the scent of pine and musk, and the steady, unbreakable presence of the male who had claimed her heart before she even knew what it meant to love. The Grant House was silent, but outside in the forest, the first howls of the night were beginning to rise, a choir of loyalty waiting for the command to strike.

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.

I was never letting her go again. We got to the Alpha mansion where Luna Eve and Lizzie were waiting for us. They wanted to wake Willow but I refused and carried her up to bed. I placed her down on the bed and placed the duvet up to her chest. I was covered in blood and sweat so decided to quickly jump in the shower. I stepped out of Willow’s room to go to the bathroom when I hear talking at the bottom of the stairs. I lean over the railing to see Orla, Lugh and Cara standing there talking to Jeremy and Louis. They looked hesitant to be in the Alpha mansion. “Please stay. Willow will want to see you both in the morning.” Orla and Lugh look up at me to nod in agreement.

Willow turned her head, looked over, and saw Louis and Larissa chit-chatting with the Bouchers. ‘The Bouchers, one of the aristocratic families of Bassburgh. It’s also the only family that can match the Goldmanns.’ Willow thought about something, bit her lip, and walked over with a smile. “Aunty, Louis…” Both Mrs. Boucher and Yael’s gazes were fixed on Willow. Meanwhile, a hint of annoyance flashed across Larissa’s eyes when she saw Willow approaching them without any proper introduction and interrupted the conversation between her and Mrs. Boucher.

Between fits of giggles, Penelope leaned closer and whispered, "You know, Little-angel, I've heard something intriguing. Apparently, our colleague housekeeper, Willow, has been harboring a secret crush on Mr.Christopher!" My eyes widened with curiosity. "No way, really? The charming Christopher?" Penelope nodded, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, indeed! And rumor has it that she'll stop at nothing to keep any girl away from him, except for Daisy, Christopher's girlfriend. Willow seems a bit afraid of her." As if on cue, Willow sauntered by the kitchen doorway, her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I gulped nervously, feeling her icy gaze pierce through

I will make lots of videos with Willow and when we visit your grave, we will play them for you. The night was long. After finishing all the food, Sheila and Willow went into the house. We slept in the living room with Elsa until the next morning, when we got ready for the funeral. After the procession was over, I stayed at Sheila’s house for a while. And during that time, I looked for an empty house in Vanora that had an enormous field in front of it. Finding a house with such conditions was quite difficult. Finally, a fruit vendor told me about a farmhouse quite far from the village center that was for sale. The house was beautiful, and the fields were very large.

Olivia spaced out as she sat in the corridor. Why did this gathering have to happen at this very point in time? The ringing of bells sounded next to her. Willow had come to check on her. The child noticed that Olivia had a heavy expression on her face, so she rubbed her face against Olivia's hands. Willow lived in the village for a long time, and she was very close with all sorts of animals. She would sometimes act like one. Olivia ruffled her hair with a tender expression.

"Never." Willow is married to Caspian Ivanov, the Pakhan's son and campus god. No one would ever get tired of hearing about the trips he takes her on. She's also the heir to all things Raventhorn. Literally. Her great-great-great-times-a-hundred grandfather was Raventhorn himself. The way people talked about her when we started college was like the excitement in the wizarding world when Harry Potter went to Hogwarts. "You sure you're okay? I know you must be on edge with Alessio coming back," Eilish states, tilting her head. Her electric-blue bob makes her look like a character from an anime.

He tried to make out the figures but it was blurry, from the weather it had been exposed, and yet he could see the willow tree inside, it hadn’t been as big as now but judging from the photo the cabin had been built around it. Ceberus heard a wooden creak, he went outside the room slightly glancing at the room across, a dusted, neat bedroom, it had looked unused. Cautiously he went towards the noise from the living room, his eyes subconsciously morphing to its Lycan form, his hands turning into claws, he felt a small predator, it growled. 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

I sniff it when she isn’t paying attention and find my wolf wishing for us to accept him. No, we can’t! We would only hurt him. Besides he doesn’t want us. He has Ember, I have to mentally remind Willow and maybe partially myself. ‘I don’t know, they aren’t sharing a room. Why don’t we give him a chance like our Beta Female suggested’ Willow smirks. I shake my head giving her my answer. Olivia and I walk down to the lake together. Thank goodness for our wolf sight because it is almost pitch black out here. We make it to the deck chairs that are on the grass before you hit the dock. Knowing I can’t get too much closer to the water without hyperventilating.