Pony X Willow Novels & Stories

“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.

Even though Willow couldn't speak, she had taken after all the best aspects of Olivia and Ethan. Willow was very talented in art, and Olivia had also given her drawing lessons back in the village. She was young, but she was even more outstanding than many adults. So, Olivia wasn't surprised that Willow could draw gold embroidery. "A genius! She's a real genius. Dr. Fordham, I've been preparing for a show recently, and I think that Willow might give me more and better ideas. Can I borrow her for a while?" Olivia didn't decline. Troy was a very skilled designer.

It was at this time Willow appeared in the palace with a frown on her face. Her appearance had completely changed and she looked like a young woman. Her long curly hair fell off her back and there was a silver kite-like- shape crystal pearl on her forehead which give a feeling that it will pop out soon. "Let her be, she would be fine. It seems she haven't communicated with her beast for a while," Willow calmly explained as she swept her hands and Brynlee floated towards her direction. "Who are you?" Tamara asked vigilantly as she was ready to save Brynlee from any danger.

He belonged to the richest family of our town ‘The Huxley Family’ He used to live with his mum and Dad and had no siblings. Uncle Richard and Aunty Leila were both very nice and kind people. They used to be an integral part of every event and celebration in our town of WillowRidge. Every Weekend we used to have a get together at the community hall, everyone looked forward to it, it was full of games, food, laughter, gossip.

"Not now Reagan. I'm irritated as it is" "Cool your pants. It's not that. I have a woman in mind," Reagan informed snatching the phone from Brenda before she could protest. "Are you going somewhere with this Reagan? If not give the phone to Brenda" "Let me complete. She is a powerful mage. Very powerful" Willow stood straight connecting the dots. "How do you know her? Are you in more trouble than I realized?" "Chill. I don't know her. But I heard about her. She dabbles in all kinds of magic. And the good news is she is currently in the vampire kingdom. She can help you but at a price"

I will not forgive him if something bad happens to Willow. The rain is still heavy, and we immediately get back to Central City with an unconscious Willow. But this time, Alice opened a portal to enter directly into the castle. The portal brought us into Willow’s room. We put her in the bed and we all looked at Willow while releasing a deep sigh. Xandra changes Willow’s wet clothes and afterward, we change our wet clothes too.

I took the time to learn their names, Xenia, Harper, Callie, and Felix, the one who was playing around with my mate in wolf form last night. It seems like their chore for the week is to help Alejandra Herrera, the horse keeper, whose tall frame stands by, watching them closely. I notice with a chuckle that they’re all wearing flannels, jeans, and boots, Alejandra’s go-to work look. My eyes are drawn to Willow, like they’ve got a mind of their own. She’s working magic on a skittish mare, all gentle touches and calming whispers, her movements graceful. Then, in a flash, she dashes to catch a knocked-over bucket, quick on her feet. I watch as she shares a joke with Callie, points Felix towards

She exclaimed with excitement as I gave her a toothy grin. Gesturing toward the individuals on the ground I shook my head and told her that I didn't want anyone worshipping me. “The Moon Goddess is our deity,” I asserted firmly and the woman smiled widely before clapping her hands and telling everyone to back off. Wisdom then quickly poked my skin with a pin and tasted my blood while I said, “Ouch.” I eyed her incredulously when she glanced back at me with a confused scowl. “You have Phoenix blood and yet are also the Sacred Shewolf. This is very confusing since you are both unique creatures combined into one,” she said breathlessly before she lowered herself in front of me.

“It is a bit of a shock still; you really do look so much like our Juniper. Where are my manners, let me introduce all of us, I am Alpha Gerald Hawthorne, this is my mate Luna Seraphina Hawthorne, and this is our Beta Solomon Chambers.” “Nice to meet you all, I’m sure you’ve guessed that I am Willow, my friends call me Wills.” I start slowly, careful of Seraphina who’s still sobbing softly but trying not to show it, and gesture to Dad. “This is my father Conall Doyle and my Uncle Thomas Smith. We appreciate you all making the effort to come here in person to meet me.” Alpha Gerald stands slowly and holds his hand out to Dad. “I can’t thank you enough for finding and caring for Willow when we

I set down my phone and I began my drawing of the wolfen goddess I’d been with, looking over her shoulder at me like she had the night before when I’d taken her from behind. As I drew her, I’d thought about sketching in the crescent moon birthmark on her back, but it was a little too low. It felt far too intimate a detail to share with anyone else, especially when I felt so strongly she was mine. I just wanted to make sure the drawing was good enough to help him identify her by her face anyways. I took a picture of it, and sent Damien a text: This is her. Find her ASAP. You got it, he texted back, and the search was on.