The Owl House Willow Novels & Stories

“…yeah.” Willow stares at Aretha again. Long. Uncomfortable. Then she sighs dramatically. “Well that’s disappointing.” Aretha steps forward again. “Say one more word.” Willow lifts her chin. “You’re too old for him.” Aretha lunges. Alexander grabs her instantly. “Whoa!” “Let me go!” “No!” I step between them calmly. And look directly at Willow. “You’re not exactly young yourself.” She frowns slightly. “…I’m two hundred years old, I'm older than you all.”

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

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

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

He barked but she would not listen to him as she quickly walked to where the blacksmiths were working on the metals. "Willow!" He called and looked back at the entrance of the cave to see if Oscar was coming. When she was satisfied with what she wanted to see, she retraced her footsteps, then they suddenly heard footsteps, walking toward the cave. Igor stopped talking and faced his front just like other zombies were doing. Willow sat at the first rows of zombies without going to where she was sitting down which was next to Igor because the person that was coming into the cave would walk in first before she would reach there.

He tried to make out the figures but it was blurry, from the weather it had been exposed, and yet he could see the willow tree inside, it hadn’t been as big as now but judging from the photo the cabin had been built around it. Ceberus heard a wooden creak, he went outside the room slightly glancing at the room across, a dusted, neat bedroom, it had looked unused. Cautiously he went towards the noise from the living room, his eyes subconsciously morphing to its Lycan form, his hands turning into claws, he felt a small predator, it growled. Coming besides the tree he noticed at the far corner a small nest, a female wolf growling at him, three little pups beneath their mother barely minding the

“Miss, the messenger from the Willow family has arrived.” Lyra’s complexion changed in an instant at Mother Roxanne’s words. “Have you gone mad? Why did you allow the Willow family to come to us at such a critical time? We’re finished if this is discovered. “Draken Willow as well. What the hell does he want? Haven’t I already told him before that it’s better not to contact us right now?” Mother Roxanne hurriedly soothed. “You do not need to worry about it, Miss. Master Willow sent Twilight Crow. No one can track down Twilight Crow at night. No one will find out that he snuck into the Willow house.

“Not. A. Chance.” A low growl erupted from his throat like last night. “As much as I’d love to kick your ass right here in this bar, Owen... I can’t. It would be unwise.” If I wanted Willie to see me differently, I needed to refrain from beating up Owen, no matter how much I want to. Willie would never forgive me and she is about to be forced to spend the rest of her life with me, so I’d rather make it easier on her. She might hate me right now, but I’m going to change that. I’ve known since the moment I’ve laid eyes on her that she was bound to be mine. Wolves find their mates differently, and as the elders predicted, Willow and I are two souls bound together. I can feel our connection. Wha

Nodding, I rush past the woman and into the room fully, listening to the door click shut behind me. "Willow..." I whisper looking over her unconcious body. She's nothing but bandages, wires, and tubes now, so much different than she was only a day ago when she was telling me all about her old garden at the acerage and how her dogs Charlie and Maya would always be digging up things they weren't supposed to. After hearing that, I was going to have a space made for her outside so she could have the garden she always dreamed of with all the vegtables and flowers as dazzling as her at her fingertips.

Mrs Hemsworth said sarcastically as she crossed her legs onto the desk,with her black heels pointing towards Willow as she shook her feet. "Mrs Hemsworth, you are a pathetic excuse for a teacher and a woman. You point fingers at me because you are a lonely old cow. Go find a damn man, your age , you shriveled up prune." Willow wanted to shout out but instead she just walked out slamming the door behind her. She walked quickly to the library. The books were usually her best friend,taking her to faraway lands where she could find herself lost in beautiful views, peculiar characters and enchanted gardens.