Pony X Willow Novels & Stories

"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.

Soon all the lycans were seated and Riya rolled her eyes as predictably Willow was the first to stand up. “My name is Willow Dion and I am the daughter of the alpha of the Red Sun Pack, I love to dance and I hope that I find favor with Prince Caine.” She said in a nauseatingly sweet voice that Riya rolled her eyes in disdain. “You there rolling your eyes, what is your name?” A voice from the high table called out clearly before Willow could even sit down and Riya froze like a deer caught in headlamps. “Please let someone else have rolled their eyes.’ Riya prayed as the girls glanced at each other wondering who had gotten in trouble.

The memory of past attacks lingered like a shadow over their steps. As I helped a young mother lift a beam into place, I noticed Willow observing from the nearby fence, her small form bouncing with impatience. She was learning quickly, picking up the subtleties of pack life, of village survival, without even realizing it. Her curiosity was unrelenting, her energy a bright light in a world that often felt gray.

Willow's hips shot up, a surprised moan escaping her lips. Knox looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Someone's eager," he murmured before diving back in. Willow's legs trembled as Knox's tongue found her clit, swirling around it in slow, deliberate circles that had her hips rocking back and forth. She bit her lip, trying to keep her moans to a minimum. Just when she thought that it could not get any better, he added a finger. It slipped in easily, her pussy was so wet. He pumped it in and out of her as he continued to suck her clit. Willow felt like she was going to combust. The tension coiled in her belly, tightening with every stroke of his tongue.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile. “I thought the rumors were exaggerated.” “What rumors.” “That you’re absurdly attractive.” Aretha makes a choking noise beside him. Alexander groans. “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” the girl replies brightly. She steps closer. “My name is Willow.” Of course it is. Fairy names are always dramatic. She tilts her head, examining Alexander like a rare animal. “Second year transfer.” “Great,” Alexander mutters. “I came from the Fay kingdom.” Now that gets Aretha’s attention.

"Okay then...I understand, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt him...he should know that. I'm gutted that he doesn't." "I'm not sure exactly what's going on, the boys won't talk about it with me but I think if you talk to Mark we can try and sort this out." Aria smiled. "Wow, okay...you're really nice." Willow smiled back a little wistfully. "It's my greatest weakness, I'm a woodsprite which means I'm an empath." "Oh, I see...is that doctor related to you?" "Dr Rainwood? He's actually a Wood Fairy, but yes, he's my uncle. Do you trust me a little more knowing that?" Willow's head tilted slightly as she smiled wider. "I don't blame you for being a little wary."

However, Willow could still sense the Phoenix emanating Path Resonance of the Fire Order of the Path. This caused her to enter enlightenment. She did not hear the conversation between Chase and Lisa. After half an hour of enlightenment, Willow opened her eyes. She found herself entering a brand new phase of enlightenment on the Fire Order of the Path and the Light Order of the Path. It was the Ultimate Fireball Technique from the Light Deity Technique. Willow was reminded of the fireball Chase had released before.

William complained. "Actually close to hundred, Zolomon's crew. All made hybrid just for me and you guys," Willow revealed. "Well that's messed up," Lucy said. "Don't worry, we're going," Willow said moving ahead. "I have a plan." A MANSION DOWNTOWN:

Liza asked, glancing over. "Just needed a moment," Willow replied, her eyes drifting to the horizon. One of the Northern wolves, a young male named Fazza, stepped into her line of sight. He was handsome in a rugged, sun-beaten way, his brown eyes warm with a clear, localized interest. "How long have you been running with the Lanka, Ms. Grant?" "Only a week," Willow said, offering a polite but distant smile. "A new addition to the den, then," Fazza noted, his grin widening. "Are you a designer by trade?"

“Why did you leave and not tell me? Have I done something to offend you, Posey? You know…how I act around you… what I say to you sometimes… it’s just who I am, and it doesn’t mean anything.” “I know.” “Then what’s going on?” Her nostrils flare, but she looks down at her lap, her blush creeping down her neck. “Willow has a list, you know. To sleep with someone from every place she visits. She’s doing it because she likes it but also because she thinks she’ll meet her mate when she gets back to Crescent Falls, and then it’s over. Her life begins.” She wrings her hands, scrubbing the lotion in deeper, like her fingers hurt, especially the tips.