The Owl House Hunter X Willow Novels & Stories

I ask quickly, praying in my heart that he gives me a satisfactory response. “Willow bought glitter and bedazzled all of the girl’s belongings. She also took out the laces from her shoes and hid them. That resulted in a heated physical fight between the two girls that left them both injured and bleeding. Willow had multiple scratches all over her face while Maddison is currently being treated for a broken nose.” “Looks to me like Willow is holding up just fine.” I remark proudly and Axel nods in agreement. “She is.” “So, what’s the problem?”

Mathew had a small smile on his face as he gave the couple the box and rushed off to the back of the room. Inside there was a door collar with a heart and a tag that said Hershey, and a picture of Willow's whole family with a Golden Retriever with them. Willow was only three in the picture. Hershey was her first and last dog. Willow's eyes filled with tears as she looked up Mathew who came back holding a tiny little dog in his arms. "Meet Hershey." He said as passed the dog to an equally in awe Knox. The tiny puppy squirmed and licked Knox's face, tail wagging furiously. Willow felt her heart melt at the sight.

“We found a large amount of blood, couple hundred metres up the road and partially in a field on the other side. No tracks going in any direction and for some reason her scent ends there too. Someone that knew what she was, picked her up and they covered her scent.” “The cunt that shot us was a wolf.” I growl. “Why would a wolf do that to Willow? Does she have enemies?" “Other than the asshole that had her in the auction, I don't know, but I need to find my mate.” “I’ve sent a search party further out.” I shake my head, “She had turned around, ready to come back. I’m so fucking stupid. I didn’t hear the car until it was too late.” “You probably don’t want to hear this, but how could someone

She stopped eating and drinking, merely drowning herself in endless tears. Hunter, struggling with his own grief, had to take care of her as well. Unable to argue with her, he simply let her be. Yet one night, for reasons unknown, Willow suddenly snapped. She jumped out of bed, rushed to the kitchen, and grabbed a knife to brutally hack the rabid dog to death. Its agonized howls pierced the night. Hunter stood frozen as he watched the bloody scene unfold, not daring to make a sound. After that, he often stayed in the guest bedroom, growing more and more reluctant to be alone with Willow. What neither of them knew was that I had secretly tapped into Hunter's phone surveillance system.

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.

Ann’s mom said, taking her husband’s hand. A few of Ann’s young brothers stormed passed them, playing. “Girls, order pizza,” Ann’s mom said and dragged her husband into a room. “We can disappear and clearly Jessica is not happy now that she has her memory back,” Mrs. Willow said. “Our children are not the only hunters needing protection,” Eljo reminded her. “You have always put others before this bloody family. I am leaving with or without you!” Mrs. Willow spat. “They will hunt us down,” Eljo pleaded.

Willow's POV After I got my shift off, behold, I saw Hailey . She rocked black ripped jeans and an imprinted denim crop top. I wouldn't believe her if they said she recently gave birth; talk of she put to birth early, and guess what? Twins! I'm so happy for her and Tristan, and recently they got married. I swear Jaxon has his hands full with a boy and a girl; the boy's name is Allister, and the girl's name is Willow.

Dante noted, "Hunters are supposed to be highly aware of their surroundings, but she's either oblivious or is aware and doesn't care." "Take your pick." Aiden said, "She's so buried in those texts that even my voice can barely reach her. She's really focused on this now and I'd hate to ruin her groove." "Don't worry, that's why I'm here." Willow said as she pulled a hairtie off of her wrist and pulled as much hair back as she could and made a very small ponytail, "I had a feeling that I was needed here, which is why we came." She moved past the desk and stepped into the room behind Amira. She watched Amira's head turned slightly, but didn't lift to look at her as she turned a page she was ju

I indicated the chair on the opposite side of my desk. “My king, thank you for seeing me,” he said. “Drop the formalities please, Earl,” I said. “It’s just you and me in here.” He nodded. “Thanks, Wyatt. I see you saw the file on the girl.” “Yeah, who is she?” I asked, putting the picture down. I opened the file looking for another photo of her. “She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.”

“Okay than what are we? Obviously we are werewolves but what truly are Hunters?” There was a long pause before Elly said in my mind “I can’t tell you yet. It would put you in danger of being discovered.” “That’s bullshit! Hunters obviously have weaker abilities or they wouldn’t think it was all due to training? Why does it matter if you tell me?”