Pocahontas Grandmother Willow Quotes Novels & Stories

“I’ll see you in the morning, you should rest. If you do not, your energy won’t build up enough for you to go to this Riverside without a river at its side.” The young struggling woman coughed, “Yeah. I feel every inch of my body.” She went into her bathroom to get a cup of water. When she came back, Grandmother Willow was gone. Knowing that she needed to rest before morning. Ava laid her head down and slipped into her mind of dreams.

Nathan said, smiling at her. Willow's eyes locked on mine, and I could see the sincerity and love there. "Onika, I want you to know that I'm committed to being a better mother-in-law and grandmother. I promise to support you and Nathan every step of the way, and to be there for our grandchild." I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at Willow, my heart filled with gratitude and love. "Thank you, Willow," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "That means the world to me."

"Unfortunately, no. But I heard from grandma that she was a free spirit. She would always stand out in a crowd, talk to everybody, regardless of the age difference or status, and she didn't like to be confined." *** Willow had had a dream-filled night of sleep. She dreamt of kingdoms and queens, extravagance and dungeons, magic and mages. She woke up early in the morning next to Wes. She grinned while looking at his sleeping face, calm and peaceful. She quietly slipped off the bed and rushed to attend her morning classes. It was the same old boring lectures on the topics Willow had already studied. She had made sure to remain ahead of the classes but having a normal day is just what she need

puzzles Phoenix. “Because good things are worth waiting for, my boy. I waited many years to find my mate, your great grandmother Rain, and look at all the things we built together. Remember my boy, it is never too late until the final sunset.” I know my grandfather’s words aren’t just meant for the cub. Phoenix doesn’t fully understand them. Instead, he bites into the stolen treat and starts asking Everest questions about how the moon made apples. I slink back when Willow arrives a few minutes later looking flustered. She has filled out some since I last laid eyes on her, but I try not to stare at her plumper curves, most likely courtesy of bringing a cub into the world. Her face is still li

Though she could feel the baby being pushed out of her and the distinct feeling of its vitality, the pain was so intense it made her feel faint and disoriented. In her pain-induced delirium, Willow seemed to hear Grace's voice, gently reciting a familiar poem from her childhood close to her ear, saying, "The sky is bright, and the moon so high. And precious Willow's sleep drew nigh. "Morpheus, will you spare her from your woes? Precious Willow sleeps below. "Soon she'll rise, into a tall girl will she grow." … Willow blinked weakly, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes before letting out an involuntary, strained cry, yelling, "Grandma! I'm in so much pain right now! Where are you, Gra

Willow POV I can remember the day like it was yesterday. My mother tucked my hair behind my ears and wiped the dirt off my face. “You are going to meet the Princess,” she says quietly. “You have to look your best.” “What if she doesn’t like me?” I ask innocently. I didn’t understand the gravity of what was about to happen. “She will love you,” my mother says before she places a kiss on my forehead. “Now, what do you say?”

I hope whatever this is, it won't affect our wedding. “Go on, Mother. I'm dying to know what you did for us” Mom was saying as she urged grandmother Willow on. Grandmother Willow turned to her and smiled sadly “I wanted him to love me. I longed for his love but I soon accepted my fate and became content when I had you. You were an adorable daughter. I have loved you from the first time I held you in my arms. I vowed to let go of my hatred for your father because of you” I watched mom sneakily wipe the tears from her eyes as she nodded for her mother to go on.

“Because those stories are harder to tell. They’re ordinary. They don’t sound heroic.” ‎ ‎She sat back on her heels, looking at the white flowers blooming around the stones. ‎ ‎“But they’re the real ones, aren’t they? The ones that mattered most.” ‎ ‎The garden seemed to breathe with her, the flowers nodding in the breeze. ‎ ‎Willow spent the rest of the day there, telling the garden her own stories—about her training, about the boy from the eastern pack who made her heart race, about her fear that she wasn’t strong enough to carry the light.

“…yeah.” Willow stares at Aretha again. Long. Uncomfortable. Then she sighs dramatically. “Well that’s disappointing.” Aretha steps forward again. “Say one more word.” Willow lifts her chin. “You’re too old for him.” Aretha lunges. Alexander grabs her instantly. “Whoa!” “Let me go!” “No!” I step between them calmly. And look directly at Willow. “You’re not exactly young yourself.” She frowns slightly. “…I’m two hundred years old, I'm older than you all.”