Rwby Willow Novels & Stories

“We’ll figure this out. And if we can’t, we’ll reach out to Ivy and see if she has any idea what’s going on with Bryony.” Willow keeps in touch with her niece. Ivy. who was the high priestess of Willow’s former coven. Despite her young age, Ivy is a very capable witch. During the Battle of the Red Field, I watched Ivy take down several vampires with her magic. It had been terrifying and incredible to witness. “It could be nothing,” Willow says. “Just Bryony’s imagination.” I nod. “It could be nothing.” “But if it isn’t nothing….” “We’ll call Ivy.” “We’ll call Ivy,” she repeats, relaxing. “Ivy will know what to do.”

he says. Willow and Mrs. Kira return, and Willow is blushing, but smiling. “Raff texted asking if we were okay because of the silver glow and an icy tingle. He said Aiden almost shifted in panic, but he reached out through our soul link and felt my love and power. Then he said it was like a key unlocking something locked away in his soul and he understood what was happening,” Willow says. “She is an exquisite girl, this one. You hold her close, both of you and let me know as soon as there is a baby in her belly! I want to be a grandma,” Mrs. Kira laughs.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

- I watched him throwing with a smile. Two weeks ago, he had volunteered to test Martha's experimental smell-enhancing potion for himself. But no one expected such a reaction. Especially Alex himself. For the first week, he could only live in the forest, because all household smells caused him dizziness and vomiting. Now already, he felt only echoes of this amplification. I smelled Wally a little differently. Yes, there was something similar to the smell of burnt rubber, but through it I caught notes of freshness, some kind of meadow grass, some other smell slipped through, but even I could not catch it.

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 scene that had slightly unfolded, their mother bearing its fangs to the Lycan. He huffed. Shifting back and ignoring such a small animal. His hands subconsciously caressing the willow tree as he went outside. The first thing he saw was a body of water. A river. Separating him and the unknown forest in front of him. ... Heavy footsteps creaked the floor as Ceberus stood up, he licked Lycan's hands. He had brought his kill inside the cabin to feast, sitting beside the willow tree. He went towards the river to wash off the blood.

"My name is Sierra and this is my colleague and friend Bobby. Are we okay to come in?" Chloe didn’t respond immediately, her blue eyes jumping from one visitor to the next until eventually she surmised that even if they were going to hurt her, there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn’t strong or skilled in battle. She was just a weak little omega who wasn’t worthy of a wolf or the ability to protect herself.

the salesgirl shook her head and continued what she was doing. When Willow got outside the Mall and had climbed on her bicycle, she started thinking as she rode home. She remembered the mysterious guy at the show that dressed like Joker. She brought her bicycle to an abrupt stop immediately. "Of course! He asked me to meet him at his shack close to Crowville spring. He must have an answer since everyone feels that I am insane!" She murmured and turned her bicycle and started riding towards the spring. *.*. TBC

He gave us a curt nod. Lory stretched her hand out to him. He took it in greeting. “I apologize for what happened last night. It was my fault for taking Willow there.” He shook his head. “Miss Adams, please don’t blame yourself for the actions of a drunken moron.” Lory kept her eyes on him. “Willow is my best friend. I consider her my sister. Please promise me that nothing improper will happen when she meets Mr. Rowe. I do not care how rich and powerful he is. If he so much as offends her, I will find a way to pay him back ten times over. He may be richer, but I sure as hell am smarter.”

"Removed? From my own hometown? You don't have that kind of power, Kael." "Actually," Willow interjected calmly, "he does. He has the authority to petition for the removal of any individual who poses a direct threat to the Pack's stability or the Alpha's mental health. Your campaign of harassment qualifies." That statement hung in the air like a pronouncement of doom. Sierra had heard rumors about Willow's character, but hearing her speaking with casual certainty, made the reality inescapable. Willow Hayes, the nobody transfer student, held more official power than Sierra could ever hope to achieve.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End