Novel & Cerita Rwby Willow Schnee

"You think I care about you? About your pretty face? Please. The only thing worth anything in you... is what’s inside." My pulse pounded in my ears. My wolf stirred, growling weakly. Kelly leaned in close. Her breath smelled like mint and cruelty. "I’m going to take her from you. Piece by piece." I didn’t flinch. Not because I was brave. But because I was too tired. She stood up straight again and motioned to someone behind her. A figure stepped forward, cloaked in dark robes. A witch. Female. Older. Her eyes were black. "It’s still too soon," the witch said quietly. "She must be weakened more."

❤️❤️❤️ Death and the Rise of the evil Greatest Witch of Old (Part 1) ❤️❤️❤️ Aurora was immediately at Willow side with Oracle and Lucia. She was just in time to stop Willow from hitting his head as he fainted. She yanked the blade which was buried inside Willow out and threw it somewhere. She didn't want Willow to start healing with the blade still in him, she waited to see if the wounds inflicted on him would start healing, but none of that happened.

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.

Willow voiced her thoughts. "Azrian won't allow it. And you should know better. No one can cross Azrian when she is in her beast mode, least of all Claire. And Claire may be human but she is smart," Reagan shot the question down the drain. "Does that mean she is in danger?" Willow paced the length of the room, her hands clenched at her sides. "I-" before Reagan could reply to Brenda, the remaining teammate came barging into the room. Brenda is a mage and an empath.

“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.”

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.

"Is it that boy?" Willow was tense as she turned around. "It's Mia Thompson." . . . ________________

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.

His smoldering gold and red eyes stood out against his sun kissed skin. "Dante Iscariot." Jax said, another shadow followed shortly behind Dante, "And who did you bring along?" Dante stepped aside as a young girl, no younger than Amira came into view. She had black pixie cut hair with skin as dark as chocolate. She wore a thin grey jacket with leggings and knee high boots, but it was her eyes that drew Amira in. Violet. "Hello, my name is Willow. I'm a Light Witch." She nodded her head to them respectfully, "Miss J contacted us a couple of weeks ago and informed us to come here."

“I like how serious you’re about her punishment, which gives me an idea. We need to give ‘you know who’ the taste of her own medicine for what she did to you.” “What?” I looked at Leo, then back at her. “You don’t mean that.” However, Leo clears his throat and straightens up. “She’s heading toward us.” Raven and I followed the direction of his eyes, leading to Willow making her way toward us. At least she was alone, none of her minions were with her. I don’t know which one of them is scary, then or Willow herself. “Come on!” Raven slammed her fist on the table. “We didn’t even mention her name.”