Novel & Cerita Rwby Willow Schnee

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.

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.

“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

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."

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!

"Oh, really? So what you mean to say is your witch doesn't have her gifts, and is yet to fully master her magic, yes?" At length I nodded. Before she could say anything else I cut in, "Look, I know... Willow. Where she doesn't have gifts or stable powers, she makes up for it with determination and cunning. She's a fighter and for now, she's only facing a difficult situation. She just...she just needs a little help from us."

******************************** Willow POV My skin it’s on fire and I can’t breathe. I was just putting the robe on when I felt like I was thrown into a fire. I feel myself falling to the ground. I roll around trying to put the fire out. I fell someone pick me up. I think I can hear them talking to me. I just can’t seem to focus on anything. I just whimper as the pain intensifies. It’s okay Willow Greyson will help and then I will take over. I’m sorry you have to feel this but I promise you will not ever have to feel pain like this again.

As Willow watched, a dagger slid to the floor near Alpha's side. Willow, an ordinary woman living a mundane life, who had never experienced conflict, developed incredible bravery. Seeing Alpha crouching and howling in pain from his wounds, Willow rushed over to pick up the dagger. Distracted by Willow's presence, Alpha launched a surprise attack that sent the nasty fuzzy thing tumbling to the ground. Willow then drew her dagger and plunged it into the beast's left chest with all her might. There was a howl of pain, and the creature's eyes were fixed on Willow.

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

“Time to go.” He walked straight past us and aimed for the trees. I stared around me wondering how I’d ended up in the company of so many strange men. Rampage the magical furious barbarian. Killian the black-haired, smokey Warlord. BailaLae the girl of vines, wearing only an armored tunic. Tanya the short fiery brunette barking orders at the other mages. Willow emerged from the castle and the wind seemed to hum. Her energy reaching like fingers as the other sounds seemed to still. Beckoning all eyes to turn to her.