The Owl House Willow Novels & Stories

But how can he learn where they were, at the right time, right moment? Willow groaned into her hands. Perhaps she is thinking too hard. She knew she was missing something... something vital, that is dancing before her eyes. But she is not able to see it. "Bones, you in there?" Willow called as she landed on her foot unceremoniously. She walked to the back of the truck; her mind disturbed with the thoughts swirling. "Bones? Come out you fool," Willow shouted her hands on her hips, irritated that he isn't moving his ass fast enough.

"Okay then...I understand, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt him...he should know that. I'm gutted that he doesn't." "I'm not sure exactly what's going on, the boys won't talk about it with me but I think if you talk to Mark we can try and sort this out." Aria smiled. "Wow, okay...you're really nice." Willow smiled back a little wistfully. "It's my greatest weakness, I'm a woodsprite which means I'm an empath." "Oh, I see...is that doctor related to you?" "Dr Rainwood? He's actually a Wood Fairy, but yes, he's my uncle. Do you trust me a little more knowing that?" Willow's head tilted slightly as she smiled wider. "I don't blame you for being a little wary."

​Riven let out a long breath, the tension in his broad shoulders relaxing just a fraction as he sat on the arm of the sofa, keeping his hand firmly anchored to his mate. ​Before they could continue, the front door down the hall swung open with a bit too much force. A moment later, Willow marched into the sitting room, looking thoroughly annoyed. She yanked off her heavy leather jacket and tossed it onto an armchair. ​"Mother, If he follows me one more step, I am going to shift and bite his leg off," Willow grumbled, sinking onto the opposite end of the sofa. "If who follows you?" Elara asked, already knowing the answer to her question.

My only response was a grimace. An hour later, we were eating in my room in front of the tv, Nick and Livie devouring a four-cheese pizza, a suggestion made by the her, while I... well, I ate grilled chicken. By majority vote, Olivia and I had decided to watch, for the trillionth time, Harry Potter and the sorcerer's stone, and while Nick was initially reluctant to see anything other than action, after forty minutes you could tell that we had created a new fan with the adventures of the most wonderful wizard in the world.

I heard the shouting before I understood the words. It carried upward through the house in sharp, jagged pieces—Ace’s voice low and furious, something slamming hard enough to make the walls shudder. The sound crawled up the staircase and bled into Willow’s room like smoke, impossible to ignore. I froze mid-step. Willow, reclined against her pillows with her ankle elevated, didn’t look surprised at all. Her lips curved slowly. “Well,” she said calmly, as if commenting on the weather. “It seems the house is finally telling the truth.”

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.

Olivia spaced out as she sat in the corridor. Why did this gathering have to happen at this very point in time? The ringing of bells sounded next to her. Willow had come to check on her. The child noticed that Olivia had a heavy expression on her face, so she rubbed her face against Olivia's hands. Willow lived in the village for a long time, and she was very close with all sorts of animals. She would sometimes act like one. Olivia ruffled her hair with a tender expression.

I just ignored her and look at the others of what they will gonna do of having a black owl that perch on their shoulders. A moment later, Willow comes to me, crossing his arms and stared at me from head to toe. “Ms. Thana. I wonder if you are here in my class now?” Willow said to me with insulting of my pride. I just give him a sharp look and I don’t want to argue with him. Well, maybe yes, having nothing of the black bird just like the other is shameful to a witch like me.

"Never." Willow is married to Caspian Ivanov, the Pakhan's son and campus god. No one would ever get tired of hearing about the trips he takes her on. She's also the heir to all things Raventhorn. Literally. Her great-great-great-times-a-hundred grandfather was Raventhorn himself. The way people talked about her when we started college was like the excitement in the wizarding world when Harry Potter went to Hogwarts. "You sure you're okay? I know you must be on edge with Alessio coming back," Eilish states, tilting her head. Her electric-blue bob makes her look like a character from an anime.

I stand slowly and reveal my position in front and to the right of her slowly just as a deep angry growl sounds from her in warning. This is going to be interesting. Anders is probably right – I’m about to get my ass bit. ---- Willow I watch as a large dark grey wolf with bright blue eyes slowly stands from where it was hiding in the undergrowth of a bush. I’ve never had a wolf in my territory before and need to warn it off now, so I can get back to the cabin to get Dad inside.