Rwby Willow Schnee Novels & Stories

However, whenever those emotions get totally extreme, she would always end up feeling weak and unwell. The young lady was awoken and sent back to reality after feeling the cold, sticky liquid that is flowing from her head, down to her body. She gasped and unintentionally looked back to where the two women were standing. "How dare you block our way, scholar?" A familiar woman said with an arched eyebrow. That person was none other than Willowy MacQuoid, the sister of Liev who is currently sixteen-year-old and ranked as the seventh most powerful person in their school.

Willow grinned and agreed. "Then, I want Lee and Livia to be my Beta couple. They should be the betas of the Moonstone pack" Willow decreed. Fuck.

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.

" I cried , Struggling to swim . Amelia shifted back into her normal form , and came close to where I was struggling for my life . She stood over me triumphantly , with a wide grin on her face . Surprisingly , she didn't get swept away by the blizzard . Standing beside her was the silver haired wolf from the party . Simon's alleged mate; Morgana.

Now that the band is no longer reliable, now that Willow seems to be doing fine academically, I just need to find another stable access to her. My stable access is currently up on stage, stirring a pot of chilly like her life depends on it. Her forehead is covered in sweat but for the most part, she looks composed. It’s surely a contrast to how she had looked, after I had kissed her in that dark alley. I’m sure she’d spent the whole night thinking about it. Thinking about me. I haven’t reached out to her since then. Or showed up in front of her. Girls like Violet love chaos. They like to have guys stress them the fuck out. And that’s exactly what I’m trying to give her— to secure my much nee

Willow. "You have cheated, Selene," Apate said through Rachel's lips, and I Let Raya take over. "Willow is my Champion Apate, are all these zombies your champions?" I asked her, and she laughed. "Death is searching for you, you know. Stealing a damned soul is a crime. Your time is up, Selene. These clowns can't beat me. I have the hearts of kings and support beyond what you can imagine. Just like the first time, you will fall. These clowns cannot beat me. They can't even guard their hearts against me. I will turn them against themselves and destroy your team from within," She said, and I could only imagine why she was so bold about it.

"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.

"Just look at yourself, Will. You are beautiful!' Eve exclaimed. Willow looked at her reflection but still wasn't convinced. Eve knew she wouldn't be convinced at all. Willow had never seen herself as a beautiful girl. She knew she was good looking but that was just on the plain jane side but she never really cared. She was dressed in a light blue sundress that stopped at her knees. It was off the shoulder and it had white roses on the flared skirt so she paired the dress with a pair of white flats. Her hair was pinned backwards with two white rose hairclips and she had a light makeup on, thanks to Evelyn. "I hope I don't die," Willow mumbled. "And you say I'm the dramatic one," Evelyn rolle

Then he goes to kiss my cheeks and then finally my neck. “Now, you should eat so that you can get well soon and we can work on your big appetite for me.” He freaking winks at me suggestively. I don't say anything. I just blush. So typical of Willow. That's the real Willow, not the confident one who shamelessly asks for a kiss.

It's like she's just walked into a post-apocalyptic wasteland instead of her dad's yard. Chloe's eyes land on Winter's unconscious form, and she gasps, "Lord!" She dashes toward Winter, her dark hair whipping around her face like a battle flag. Guess the boundary spell must've been blown to smithereens by Winter's ear-splitting scream, and the fact that Wandman's magical juice box is running on empty doesn't hurt, either. Chloe frantically tries to rouse Winter, shaking her gently and calling her name. But Winter remains unresponsive, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Chloe's face pales, her concern for her friend etched in the lines around her eyes.