Novel & Cerita Rwby Willow

I demand, looking at him blankly and surprisingly enough, he does so and disappears into a portal of mist, likely heading to the kids and Gianna. I approach Willow, bending down beside her and looking in her looking in her tired, scared, bright green eyes. I try to keep it steady and calm her nerves by reaching to her hand and touch her, but she pulls away quickly and looks the other direction. “It had to be done,” I say, shaking my head at her demise. She shakes her head back and forth over and over, tears spills down her face, hands clinging to her neck as the venom flows painfully through her veins, her blood getting thin and muscles tightening in change.

She channeled the Mystical Shadow Steps. Several Willow avatars appeared, just like the Ghost Shadow Sword from before. She started her attack. Even though the quantity of avatars and their agility could not compare to Ghost Shadow Sword, Barnabas Wilkes, it was enough to take care of a mid-stage martial arts overlord like the giant python. The python was unable to tell which was the real Willow. It sustained another injury from Willow's blade due to the distraction. She took the opportunity to quickly conduct another attack. The python had difficulty moving due to its injury.

All of us startled when we were entered at the University a massive volume of black birds flying around with us. What is more surprising to me? I saw Willow standing at the superior witch’s place. It comes to my senses that he will be the one who will teach us the magic. “Holy shit! “ That was the only word I whispered to myself. All the girls of Atenowa were stunned by his looks. I can say that he is handsome too, with a long pointed nose, has a blue ocean eye colored and adding his white color hair that is rare for his age. I just smiled beneath the room and observing the others of how they are got star struck by that boy named Willow.

I found the sword practice area and saw a young girl there, holding a sword that looked too big for her. "You must be Aria," she said, turning around. It was Willow, the youngest Ravencrest witch. She had long dark hair and eyes that seemed older than her sixteen years. "I'm supposed to practice with you today." "Are you sure? You look—" "Young?" She smiled, but it wasn't a nice smile. "Don't worry about me. Worry about yourself." She came at me fast, her sword moving like lightning. But I'd been training in secret for years, and my reflexes kicked in. I blocked her attack and spun away.

Willow turned to look at the speaker, and felt an instant chill all through her body despite the warmth in the room. As strange as it may sound, Willow felt like the man’s ice-blue eyes were staring right through her eyes and into her mind. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, with an extra emphasis on dark. Willow hadn’t met many people who immediately scared her, but this man was one of the few. “Potentially,” Piper answered Tall, Dark, and Scary. “Her name’s Willow. She’s the mall Easter Bunny.”

Willow frowned as she went to sit on her bed. "I was waiting for you to get back from your 'boyfriend's' place," Eve replied teasingly as she wiggled her brows and Willow rolled her eyes. Eve went to sit on the swirl chair across her bed. "Put on a shirt already," Willow glared at her. Eve laughed and grabbed a jacket from her desk.

She locked eyes with me and then with Bronn. "Why are you bullying my mommy? You're bad!" Willow shouted at Bronn. "I thought you were a nice uncle, but you're just a big bully!" Before I could react, Willow darted forward, her small hand connecting with Bronn's leg. "Willow!" Damn! I gasped, lunging forward to pull her back. She clung to my thigh, her body trembling against mine as she continued to glare at Bronn. Well, she definitely inherited Bronn's strong territorial attitude!

He is going to reveal Willow’s identity to the world. ‘I don’t understand; there are humans out there that already know of our kind. He wouldn’t really be revealing anything, and even if he did, we outnumber them.’ Willow shifts a little, giving me a chance to look at the deep pink birthmark at the bottom of her spine. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since she had told me it was blue. I couldn’t see the difference, and though she hadn’t brought it up again, I wondered if it signified something.

Willow’s POV We were taught that the goddess makes no mistakes and that everything she does is for a reason. We were made to believe that she loves us all equally and watches over us from the moon. But I know better; the goddess does not love us equally; she wouldn't subject me to a life of suffering if that were the case. My name is Willow Marrock, the only daughter of Davis Marrock, Alpha of The Crescent Moon Pack. I am the dirt of my pack, an abomination to my kind, and the punching bag of my father.

“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