Rwby Willow Novels & Stories

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

“Look, just consider it. Consider walking and living with one of your kind. You’re important, far more important than Yasmine. If you die, the war between the witches and werewolves will be deadly.” She stops and looks at Gwenael. “My kind? I’m sorry but from where I’m standing I’m a person just like you, just like my real mother, my fake mother and everyone else who breathes.” She turns on her heel, walking into the club while Gwenael rolls his eyes slightly at her outburst. Sitting outside, he watches Azriel walk into the club to watch over her. Willow finds herself easily answering to Olivia, and acting exactly like she used to without a problem. Drinking more than she had ever consumed b

Considering that this was Willow's territory, he figured that he wouldn't be able to stand a chance against the other party if they did something to Krystal. While Olivia was in a deep sleep, Willow played with the baby deer for a while. Until then, a pigeon flew into the cave and perched on Willow's shoulder. It cooed, and she stood up. She glanced at the sleeping woman before leaving quietly.

Willow's POV: As I slowly started to regain consciousness, my head was spinning, and my body felt heavy. The sound of beeping machines filled my ears, causing a sense of panic to rise within me. I tried to open my eyes, but the bright lights above me made me squint in discomfort. "Willow?" a familiar voice whispered, sending a jolt of recognition through me. Brax. His voice was like a lifeline, grounding me in reality. I could feel his presence beside me, his warmth radiating towards me as he spoke softly. "Please, Willow, I need you to be okay," he pleaded. "I don't want to live in a world that doesn't have you in it."

I yell at him. No one else besides me and Willow could get away with putting him in his place. Willow didn’t care that he was an alpha. She had a strength and temper to rival his at times, but just like him she can be the kindest and most compassionate person I have ever met. She was made to be a Luna; she just doesn’t know it yet. Ronan is one of the greatest people in the world with a heart of gold and I honestly think his pride is just hurt.

This was bad. My heart picked up pace, racing even faster than it was before as Willow's presence filled the old place like a black fire. She was wearing a black armor that glowed like the moon itself had melted into it. Every part of the armor hugged her body like a second skin. Her hair was packed up in a sleek low ponytail with the streaks of white making her seem ethereal. If I didn't know the crimes she had committed, I could have easily mistaken her to be the hero that dared all odds and came to save us...

’ The voice inside my head is loud and clear, nothing like the echo it was. ‘Are you my wolf or am I going crazy?’ it’s a serious question even though I laugh as I ask it. ‘Yes Rose, I am your wolf. My name is Willow. I have been waiting ever such a long time to meet you. I wish I could have been there for you when Gwynn returned to her goddess, and when that monster had you. I would have given anything to be the one to tell you it’s all real, but I could only watch until you were safe.’ Willow’s voice is calm and soothing. She is far more understanding than I would be if I had been locked away .

Blair looked like a forest spirit in a shimmering pink dress, and Evan was the picture of a future Alpha in his dark suit. But there was still no sign of Roman. Willow began to wander through the crowd, her anxiety growing with every step. She turned a corner and collided with a solid, muscular chest. Strong arms instantly wrapped around her waist to steady her. "I’m so sorry" Willow began, looking up.

“We match. See?” Willow reaches out her little hand and traces the outline of the rune at the top of my spine. I spark of electricity pulsates between us. Almost as if we are two opposites trying to attract. It makes me wonder what kind of magic is being hidden beneath her skin. I turn around and see that Willow is looking at me with confusion in her eyes. “Did it hurt when they burned you?” “It did,” I admit to her. More tears begin to fall from Willow’s eyes. “I am so sorry, Mommy.”