Sundew X Willow Novels & Stories

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.

It was neither too cold nor too hot. It was just perfect for a nap. Meanwhile, Willow was picking flowers in the area. While Olivia was away, Wendy nurtured some herbs in the vicinity. They should be sprouting soon. Due to the warm temperature, the flowers never withered here. Willow made a wreath and put it on Olivia's head. Sensing something over her head, Olivia opened her eyes and met a pair of green eyes. Those green eyes were always beautiful. Every time Olivia looked at Willow, she figured that she had made the right choice to let Willow stay.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

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.”

Willow replied as she started to play with Liliana’s hand. The continued to forage together for the rest of the day. The party took a break and ate some of the blackberries. Cassia pulled out a bit of bread a small bit of cheese and couple of pieces of dried meat. They were able to find some more wild mushrooms, some tree nuts, and some wild leeks. Willow found some healing herbs along with some eatable roots. Then she lead Cassia to the stream to collect fresh water and to collect from the fish trap willow had made. They found a couple of fish in the trap. But they were very small. Cassia placed a small bit of bread in the trap as bait. “We can add some of the roots and nut to my stew to ma

The pair happily made their daily rounds of their extensive gardens, carefully pruning and weeding as they went. Selene was not really listening to Little Lia today though. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the woods. Today they would need to venture into the bush as far as the stream. Fear crept in at the mere idea of the excursion they were about to attempt. It wasn’t a risk Selene took often, especially with Lia in tow, but today she needed more bearberry to help heal the little Rogue twins' bladder infections that hadn’t quite left them yet. The plant only grew in the forest, among the moss and coniferous trees near the stream. She had let the supply dwindle for fear of the woods

he says before bowing his head. Willow smiles and looks into my eyes. Her spell is in an ancient tongue that I never learned, though the power of it flows through us and makes the candle flames flicker and rise. As she ends the chant and ties the knot between us by having us each grab a piece of the cord and pull it toward ourselves the candles to my right and left blow out and the one in the center burns brighter. I feel her in my mind and body. I feel her power run through me and feel Drelduin surge forward. ‘She’s a powerful little witch! We are lucky!’ Drel says in my mind and I feel her laughter throughout my body.

Once inside her den, she captured the radiant orchids from every tactical angle, flooding the freshman network with the images. [Sorelle: The solstice harvest has been secured~] [Wendy: High ancestors, that bundle is gargantuan! It represents triple the mass of the senior tracker's bouquet! And if my senses are accurate, those are the apex, mutated strains that grow only in the high caves, correct?!] [Grace: Ahhh Sorelle my wolf is begging! Can you please grant me a single stem? Please, please!] Sorelle possessed minimal knowledge regarding advanced botanical strains, but witnessing the intense submission and desperation of her peers made her scent spike with supreme arrogance.

For good measure, Willow unleashed her power in full measure, growing poisonous vines from the ground in every direction except at the pole. "Someone is here. Shoot at them!! Where the hell is my guards!" The mage's shout is loud and clear, closer than Willow expected. Sensing her direction, Willow made a vine grow. This kind of vine can be found only in faeland. It renders a person unconscious for a few hours no matter how powerful he is. She let the vine do her job, cutting the shouts of the mage mid-sentence. She then stepped foot beside the vampire, carefully removing the chains with the runes Brenda gave.