Novel & Cerita Rwby Willow Schnee

Osiris POV The cold stare of the witch's blue eyes stops me in my tracks, and I realize what a mistake I have made. Willow is on her knees at the witch's feet. Tears are streaming down her face. I have seen Willow shed a tear here and there, but I have never seen her actually cry.

"And it worked for you, so..." "It will work." Lily told her. "If we believe it can, then it will." Willow smiled and nodded. She placed the book in the center of them. "Hold hands." "Oh, come on." Rayleigh complained. "Don't be a poor sport!" Zalakai called to her from a distance. Rayleigh growled with annoyance, but she grabbed Amira's and Lily's hands. Willow grabbed Lily's and Amira's hands. "Alright." Lily watched as Willow closed her eyes. A gentle warm breeze caressed Lily's cheek, a blatant contrast to the cold air of fall that lingered. It was welcoming and... Familiar?

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.

She really knows how to solve issues among people and creatures. Willow found her mate, Prince Blaine from the Angels Realm. She is a living angel until she passes. So is her mate. They live near us and have started a horticulture business. They have six children, two sets of triplets, ages four and two. Elliot and I try to go help her out with the children every chance we get. My dad loves being there, because the kids worship the ground he walks on. He spends as much time as he can teaching the kids about nature while Willow teaches them how to attract butterflies and hummingbirds to the garden. As Elliot and I continue sitting on our deck, I can’t help but feel nothing but content. Elliot

Raven demonstrated the gesture of slitting a wrist. Gia’s mouth hung open in shock. She’d heard of obsessive love, and Willow seemed to embody it. Then Gia felt the irony. Willow was like a willow tree—supposed to be a symbol of comfort and peace. But Willow’s personality was the opposite of calm and peaceful. To Gia, Willow seemed like a spoiled child prone to explosive reactions. Attempting suicide was a crude, desperate way to try to win a man’s affection.

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...

Willow told him with a sheepish smile. “I know that I didn’t want her to walk alone,” Ehlark told her. “She left with no problem. Didn’t even look back at me.” “Willow, are you sure of what you are seeing?” Rayne stepped toward Ehlark. “I know what The Goddess shows me,” Willow told her with a nod. “I can tell you, Willow, that Xylia never looked back at me. Never seemed worried about me standing there. Not once did she ask me to stay or go.” Ehlark told her even though he had wished she would.

Willow could sense his suspicion, so she said harshly, "Captain Solby, if there's nothing wrong, then please take your men and leave. Do not disturb my rest." "Rest? Mrs. Lakeworth, isn't it a bit excessive to spray this much perfume before sleeping?" Brian retorted. "This is my personal habit. Are you going to judge me about that too, Captain Solby?" Willow frowned, and her tone became more forceful. "Or do you think that the Lakeworths and I are pushovers that you can do with as you please?" "No…" Brian weakened in the face of Willow's aggression. He was just a captain, after all. There was a huge difference in status between him and Willow, and he did not dare offend her.

“Eleanor is a vampire. She derives pleasure in bullying and maltreated anyone who’s below her. The servants at the castle are terrified of her and I know for sure that she has been making life hard for Willow ever since she set foot into that castle. Your new bride-to-be, Astrid, is just as vain as Eleanor.” My brows crease in surprise. “How do you know that?” “That’s not important. Back to the issue on ground. Willow is nothing like those two girls. She has been subjected to bullying and ostracism almost all her life which has left her very vulnerable and completely incapable of defending herself against her offenders. A trait I’m sure you both have noticed as well.” Kane and I nod in agree

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.