Pocahontas Grandmother Willow Quotes Novels & Stories

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?”

"Your wolf was exhausted from the silver exposure. You needed the mending sleep. If the fatigue still weighs on your bones, I will tell the elders to return to their dens until dawn." Willow shook her head, her gaze steady. "No. My spirit is restless. Let us descend." "Elaine, I am standing. I am whole. Please, stop the weeping," Willow whispered for the tenth time, though her mother’s grip remained a vice, her face buried in Willow’s neck as soft sobs shook her frame.

Despite her breathtakingly beautiful face and body, it did nothing to me and Axel. "Could you give us a moment, please?" I asked Willow before moving closer to grandma. The girl looked surprised, but what did she expect? She had her chance to talk to me. All the women who were interested in me were bold and confident, whether it was Sienna or Lexi. Wasn't Willow an alpha female? My warriors would never take orders from someone so weak-kneed. How did grandma think she could make a good luna? "I know what you're thinking, Kade. And no, I am not thinking that far. We need to get out of this mess, and you left me with no choice," Grandma whispered, minutes after Willow had left the room.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and said "You have to be strong, you have to stay alive just like you promised your mother." We have to... "Get behind me," Willow said as if he sensed danger He looked around but didn't see anything. "Hurry, get on the horse now," he said Quickly, I hurried and got on the horse and he joined me on the same horse Hahhh!!! We rode off into the woods. Suddenly our horse stop and refused to move any further. And was just turning around. Willow calmed the horse down and came down.

"If you would not do this amicably, I guess I am going to do this my own way!' He cocked his hair to one side and brought out a huge sickle from his cloak. "After her!" He yelled and her grandma threw her glass of whiskey away and started chasing after Willow. "Willow! You have to listen to the Master! He is the future hope of the world!" Her grandma barked as she kept chasing after her while The Master stood at the window side and was touching his sickle while watching as the streetlight illuminated the garden. Willow was surprised how her grandma was able to run with such strength as she was very old. The strength her grandma possessed was even more than hers as a young lady.

her voice rose. "I know. I know." Willow murmured. "I'm not proud of it. It was just nice to see someone attractive in town." "Pssh," her grandmother said, waving her hand. "You're already intended." She stood with a groan, her hand pushing into her lower back. "I'm going to bed. Stay away from that boy. Only death comes from mixing with the Red Hoods," She pressed her leathery lips to Willow's cheek and walked up the stairs to her room.

He needed to go home to prepare her meals personally. Hearing this, Julian could only watch them leave. Back at the dining table, Willow still seemed downcast. "Why do you look sad?" I asked. "When Grandpa and Grandma were talking to me, I really wanted to respond. I tried several times, but I couldn't," Willow replied. Normally, she loved the meals at home and thought they were delicious. But today, she didn't have much of an appetite. I could tell she truly loved her grandparents. Holding her small hand, I said, "There's a saying called 'Failure is the key to success.'"

"You rallied up the descendants with not much fuss." "Not much fuss?" Willow questioned. "I had to face off against the King of Werewolves, sort of." Willow halted her words and covered her mouth. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out." Hecate's gaze softened ever so slightly. She used the same finger that caressed Willow's cheek to lift her chin in order to meet her lavender gaze. "Do not apologize for being honest with me, child." She told her. "You did what you needed to in order to get to this point. I am proud of you with how far you have come. So does your grandmother."

"Good on you." I tipped my head back and laughed again. Willow's face was beet red as she stared at Grams with open-mouthed horror. My grandma wasn't like a typical grandma. Not a retiring bone in her body. "I'm old. I've earned the right to say what's on my mind," she'd frequently told me when she embarrassed me with something she'd said. I moved to Willow's side, pulled her against me. "Means she likes you." I brushed a kiss over Willow's hair.

She looked away. “He was scared to death, and the exact moment he managed to suppress that fear, you wanted to get rid of me instead? To throw away his struggle? You wanted to make his efforts go to waste… coward! If it weren’t for me—someone not afraid to die—being by Amon’s side, you’d never see Amon reaching this stage of recovery…” “Insolent,” William snapped. “Yeah, I’m insolent,” I shouted back quickly. “If it wasn’t me, are you sure any woman would actually want your grandson except for the fact that he’s a Young Master rolling in wealth?” my voice rose sharply.