The Owl House Willow Novels & Stories

Mrs Willow understood that her husband didn't want to tell her anything because the safer it was if she knew less . When they arrived at the willow mansion , mr Willow went to mr Ranch's office and told him about everything that had happened and asked for permission to acknowledge the child as his grandson . Mr Ranch agreed even though the child shined in red light . The next day the investor came to the Willow mansion and met with mr Ranch . He asked for the presence of the child and explained to the Willow couple that the assassins yesterday were only a test that he had made for them .

Layla POV All the pups that Willow brought with her now have homes; it never ceases to amaze me how quickly children can adapt to new surroundings. Willow and Riley have marked each other. Willow is a beautiful she-wolf with a loving nature; Riley and Willow are perfect for each other. Darius and I are on our way to my territory; Anita has gone into labor, and Diana is there, but both Zach and Anita have asked if I could be with her in case Zach passes out as Drew did.

she cuts him off by saying, "Crawford, is it not rude if you haven't awakened my brothers yet?" "We don't need your brothers at the moment, Willow." "But I need them...you know how much Griffin hates them...and what if we give her a little lesson?" she had this wide smirk on her face and he thought about it for a second then gave a nod. Amid the night, where the moon was full, at a distance there were the howls of the wolves, the owls hooted and it was Crawford and Willow standing on the shore. The waves of the water became wild unexpectedly, it was Willow who was continuously chanting with her eyes closed and hands raised towards the dark sky.

Willow inquired attentively while rubbing her belly to help ease the pain of the baby stretching. “I appreciate the offer, but I already ate at Ogra’s.” She looked down at Lili’s pouting face.She smiled at her little sister attentively. She looked back up to see Willow mimicking her little sister’s pouting face.”Fine I will stay for a cup of tea and some pastries if you have any.” A huge smile spread across their faces. They stayed at Willow’s till it was dark talking and telling stories. Hunter sat quietly and listened with a big smile on his face. Enjoying his new life with a family that loved him.

"Did Osiris drop you off?" Willow looks to the ground and twists her fingers together. She is wearing gloves that only cover the palms of her hands. Her fingertips and nails are blackened with dark magic. I try not to stare, but I know I am failing miserably. I cannot help but feel guilty. The darkness that is consuming her soul is my doing. "Osiris doesn't know I am here," she says quietly. "Then how did you get here?" I ask as I step out of my doorway to allow her entry to my home.

Author Pov After an all eventful journey, they arrived back at Silver Moon Pack. Everyone was seated in the living room, when the Wizard arrived. He dropped a piece of cloth on the ground, leaving everyone looking at him with questioning eyes. “That is the cloth of Willow’s child.” “What!” Everyone echoed. “Willow has a child?” Aliaria asked in disbelief. “I had to make several enquiry and my findings lead me to believe that the only reason Rudolph Oaster isn’t dead is because Willow made him a slave and through him is able to procreate.” The wizard explained.

I sniff it when she isn’t paying attention and find my wolf wishing for us to accept him. No, we can’t! We would only hurt him. Besides he doesn’t want us. He has Ember, I have to mentally remind Willow and maybe partially myself. ‘I don’t know, they aren’t sharing a room. Why don’t we give him a chance like our Beta Female suggested’ Willow smirks. I shake my head giving her my answer. Olivia and I walk down to the lake together. Thank goodness for our wolf sight because it is almost pitch black out here. We make it to the deck chairs that are on the grass before you hit the dock. Knowing I can’t get too much closer to the water without hyperventilating.

I dial the number and it goes straight to voicemail. “No answer” I say. I’m just going to cut my loses and go home. This obviously wasn’t meant to be. “What’s the number, I’ll send them a text” he says. “I should just leave” I begin, “you were here first and obviously this is some kind of mix up.” “Where are you coming from?” He asks. “My name is Liam by the way.” He offers out his hand and I shake it. “I’m Willow and I am coming from near Toronto” I say still a bit nervous.

One thing she noticed was a particular man who lived in the cabin alone but gets occasional visitors. With time, Willow realized that they were werewolves too which was perfect for her plan. She also picked extra clothes in case there would be any need for her to shift. She spied from a distance behind the thick branches of the cold forest but she knew she had to get closer in order to get the information she needed. Moving with caution and a little twist in her gut, Willow quickly crept to the back window. She heard voices, smelled weed, alcohol and other distasteful substances she couldn't name.

"I have a gift for you. I must give you before the others. Promise me you'll open mine first." Devon's interest was piqued, prompting him to nod in agreement. "Alright, let's go in," he replied. As they went inside, Parker initiated a conversation. “Hey, Devon, how are you doing with the interesting project given to us by Mrs. Gomez?” He asked as they entered the house. Willow made a motion to rise from the couch to greet Devon, but Trevor intercepted her with a warning glare, causing her to concede without hesitation. Willow Harris was the beautiful sixteen years old daughter of the family. Like her mother, she had chestnut curls and a striking shade of bright blue eyes. She had an average