Sundew And Willow Novels & Stories

I’m looking over the meeting minutes and ticking places off the map when Tru’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, “Would the Willow know where to find the stone?” I pause for a moment. Willow is considered the spirit of the forests and trees. She’s old and wise and knows many things. Anything that happens close to trees, she will see it. Speaking with her is dangerous. Humans and other creatures have destroyed many different forests. Special huldra were created to protect her. The huldra would begin to sing if a man entered the forest where Willow dwells. The intruder would follow the sound, and the huldra would lure them deeper into the forest. Then if the man was lucky, he is given a quick d

Elliot laughs nervously, “Yes she is.” I looked at David and asked, “Out of curiosity, what made you want to check it?” He replied, “Willow trees grow to those heights in full sun. They don’t do well in shade at all. Most of the time, if you see a Willow tree, there are no other trees around it. They like to hog the sunlight. They don’t play well with other trees.” I laughed, “Thank you. It looks like I have a lot to learn.” He smiled, “We would all be happy to teach you all that we know.”

"We did it!" "Let's go find our mate," Willow demands. "He's close, I can feel it." Willow guides us through the forest with the sure swiftness of a creature designed to move through tight spaces with grace and ease. I can hear the distant trickle of water and know that I am close to one of the rivers that move through this land. Sniffing the air, I seek out my mate's scent. I do not smell it yet, but I smell something else, something uniquely earthy and not at all human.

Even with the moon as a source of light, along with the lights inside the castle, I can see him sweating and acting like he doesn't know what I'm talking about when he was the one who brought it up. "Yeye," I say sternly and cross my arms over my chest. "You better tell me, or I will not let Takkar give you the herbs you took. And I know you took some when you left that day." The day he left for his journey was when Takkar told me some of his rare herbs, such as Thimbleberry, Sweet Ribwort, and Silkweed, were plucked. Each of them is deadly but has a sweet scent that sometimes confuses their cousins - the Moutain Red Snowdrops, Windroot, and the Fluxroot. The three poisonous plants are used

The thought of them spending time together made Lady Silverwall lose all preconceived notions. After passing through the small hills, a collection of light refracted from one tree, bouncing off into the sky like an aurora. A firefly or two flashed past, their light brighter than the flaming mushrooms. When Phillip removed the last broad ketapan leaf, he could see a giant willow tree that in every tendril gave off a colorful light. Starting from blue, yellow, violet, red, orange, to green. The lights create amazingly beautiful color gradations. Phillip glanced at Louise who seemed also amazed, even though the Lady had visited this place several times. Only that time Phillip was not with her.

and he started grinding his lower half slowly against her and Aurora didn't know when she started grinding her ass against his throbbing harden c**k. Spoilt Willow

"Had to. Poppy gets priority. Always will." "Is there anything else that works?" Myla asked. "Even partially. Something that buys time." "Willowbark eases the fever some. Doesn't stop it building underneath. I've tried combining the two to stretch what we have, but it's not the same medicine." "What about a smaller source? Somewhere closer than Ashwood Hollow?" Elna shook her head. "Feverroot needs wet, shaded soil, close to running water. There's a grove like that two days south of here, but it's Thistlebrook land, not ours."

"Pick on vulnerable she-wolves, why don't you challenge Madison? Then I'd at least respect you as a wolf bold enough to bite the hand that feeds it." Willow trembled more violently in Dwight's arms, unable to hide under Paisley's aura. The Soulrend Pack's pheromones were in chaos—thorny, wormwood, mint, and cedar scents clashed like a silent howl. Willow's sobs were incessant, her fingers clutching Dwight's clothes tightly, her eyes dry but her cries brimming with grievance and misery. "This is an absolute mess!" Lance stood up, took Adelaide's hand, and said to the stunned Priscilla, "Mother, let's go."

The path they traversed was lined with vibrant wildflowers, their colors spanning the spectrum from fiery reds to soft pastels. Each step stirred the petals, releasing a symphony of delicate fragrances that danced on the gentle breeze. Bees buzzed and butterflies fluttered, drawn to the blossoms like tiny, colorful companions on their journey. As Harrison and Sandy walked hand in hand, rays of sunlight filtered through the lush canopy above, casting dappled patterns of light and shade on the forest floor. The foliage rustled with a symphony of whispers, as if the ancient trees themselves were sharing secrets of the woodland realm.

Creeds pov. You could see how mesmerized Lily was by the place I took her. Making me smirk with pride at the fact it is all mine. Ours… A waterfall sits along the mountain side that comes down into a steady stream of water, willow trees everywhere, among the willow trees there’s apple, cherry and peach trees. We have a lot of magic in our tribe, some of the last remaining dragon magic, that’s why our lands are so beautiful. I hear her gasp when she sees the dragon shifters in the air above us.