Rwby Willow Novels & Stories

And then I see Willow. She stands at the edge of the campus courtyard, her green hair shimmering unnaturally, her eyes alight with that dangerous glow, the same look she wore the day she aligned with Thalrion. She's not hiding her allegiance anymore; it radiates off her like fire. I grit my teeth, anger coiling in my stomach. She thought she could come here, flaunt her loyalty to a monster like Thalrion, and I wouldn't notice? Foolish girl.

Parker with the grief of going through so much trauma a few days ago. “How is Willow now? Roy felt bad for the girl, she was actually a nice person with a bright personality and a very redeeming attitude. “She is fine, but she has not spoken a word to us.” Lady Lyl seemed to be lost in what it seemed like depression. “Can I see her?” Roy requested and Lady Lyl led the way to her room. Willow was lying in her bed, facing the ceiling with bandages over her chest. “Hey!” Roy stood in the doorway and voiced, “I heard you are not talking to anyone, but I told Lady Lyl that no way she will ignore me.” He tried to joke but only a tear was able to make its way down to her ear.

Rune Ugh. Willow and I were having such a moment. She was actually leaning against me and accepting my touch, unlike earlier. Willow wasn’t pushing me away or squirming in my grasp. She just sat limp, her pale face wet with tears that she never should have had to shed, as I wrapped my arms around her. I stroked her hair and tried to calm her as best I could, even though my rage was growing. I was going to have a talk with Layla. She knows better than to do something so reckless.

"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."

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

"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 should go anyway. I want to call Willow." She hugged me again. "Anytime you need to talk, I'm here. Okay?" "Thank you." Back in my room, I pulled out the phone Zeviar had given me. He'd said it was a secure line, direct to Willow. I hit the video call button and waited. It rang three times before she answered, and then her face filled the screen. "Lyra!" "Willow!" God, I'd missed her so much. She looked different, too. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and she was wearing a black tank top and athletic pants. There were shadows under her eyes, but she looked... stronger somehow. More wolf-like.

The silence that followed was full of warmth, not emptiness. Willow stepped forward then, holding a small woven bracelet she’d made, clumsy but full of heart. “This is for you,” she said shyly. “It’s colors for strength. And healing.” Twix crouched, taking it with a reverence that made something in my chest tighten. “Thank you,” he said. “I’ll wear it.” And he did, slipping it onto his wrist immediately, his fingers brushing the threads as though anchoring himself to them. Elysia wiped at her eyes. I pretended not to notice.

He seemed like a little dog obeying his master, It was as if Daisy had an unwarranted control over him, and I despised it more than anything, it irritated me to no end. I couldn't resist making disapproving faces and gestures while hoping to convey my embarrassment towards Christopher's behavior. As I stood there, fully immersed in my silent protest, an unexpected force pushed me from behind, causing me to stumble and fall right in front of Christopher and Daisy. It was Willow, the notorious troublemaker. She hastily apologized, her voice dripping with insincerity. "Oh my goodness! I am so sorry," Willow exclaimed, pretending that the act had been unintentional. Satisfied with her accomplish