Rwby Willow Novels & Stories

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.

Anger and protectiveness surged within me as I leaped into action, my claws tearing through the air towards her face. Willow, taken aback by my sudden assault, pushed me away, attempting to wield her magic against me. To my surprise, her spells didn't work on me, I guess it was the work of the bracelet, leaving her vulnerable. Seizing the opportunity, I launched another fierce attack, my strikes hitting her with a forceful impact. Willow staggered, blood staining the ground beneath her as she crumpled to the floor.

The jewelry piece slid down her arm, the cold sensation of the metal pressing against her skin. “Your birthday gift.” Seated, Roy rolled over and pulled on his shirt offhandedly. Willow’s downcast eyes fell on her phone. The clock just struck twelve, and it was October 19th. It was not her birthday, though. “Thank you.” Willow leaned closer to wrap her arms around Roy’s arms and pecked him on the cheek. With the phone ringing, Willow glanced over while Roy beat her to take the call. “Roy…” Sierra Burton’s whimpers echoed in the cramped car space.

He questioned them. "Not unless it's locked away." Willow told him. "Please..." She took a step forward and Jayce mimicked by stepping in front of Lily. "Allow me to look? If I'm wrong, then we'll leave. We'll never trouble you again, but let me clear the air." "Let her see, Jayce." Dante pleaded. "Willow is an excellent Witch, probably the most powerful Witch to exist." Willow looked back at him. "It's true, and I've been alive for ages."

Layla POV All the pups that Willow brought with her now have homes; it never ceases to amaze me how quickly children can adapt to new surroundings. Willow and Riley have marked each other. Willow is a beautiful she-wolf with a loving nature; Riley and Willow are perfect for each other. Darius and I are on our way to my territory; Anita has gone into labor, and Diana is there, but both Zach and Anita have asked if I could be with her in case Zach passes out as Drew did.

“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.

The moment she turned around, his soft yet concerned tone made her pause as he begged, "Willow? Do you love me?" Turning around, she scoffed to raise her hands towards him and chanted something, his visions got blur for a moment when she informed, "Yes!" Within a moment, she disappeared leaving him alone to continue what he was doing before. Willow was wandering around the forest when she finally reached the grave of her cousin, Nyra. "Oh, Nyra...look at you," she picked the fired rusty leaves from the grave and wiped out the sand from it. "Cousin, I am back. And I missed you…" a tear rolled down her cheek as the flashback of the death of her cousin appeared in front of her.

she grumbles, and she refuses to drink anymore. "You need to finish it," Celeste chastises her. Willow's eyes glaze over. I quickly look at her hands, but they are tightly wrapped around the mug. I know she is having a vision. But I don't know how when she is not touching anyone. Her eyes come back to focus, and Willow looks at Celeste with great interest. "Who are you?" She asks Celeste curiously. The color drains from Celeste's face as Willow asks the question. "Osiris has already told you who I am," she chuckles nervously. "My name is Celeste."

Beatrix: After my shift at the café, I decided to take a walk. The restrictions had kept most of the media at bay, but I still took the back alley to avoid the reporters. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over WillowRidge, and I found myself drawn toward the community hall. The place was quiet, almost eerie in the fading light. I stepped inside, my footsteps echoing in the empty space. Memories flooded back—the laughter of children, the warmth of my father’s hand as he led me to the play area, and… Sebastian.

“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.”