Toh Willow Novels & Stories

Willow gasped at how beautiful the area was. “It’s perfect! We can build a house right by the tree.” Willow told him. She wondered how the hell they would build a house with only the two of them. Then she thought she might use her magic to help. She stepped away from Falling Feather to speak to the goddess. Willow chanted to the goddess for help in finding a new home. Then the wind picked up slightly, and she moved her hands; the surrounding trees started to creak, then move. She heard Falling Feather say something, but she ignored him for the time being. The goddess wanted her to have this home. When she stepped back, a small house stood beside the willow tree.

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

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

I start to hyperventilate, and I automatically shift due to not be able to breath properly. Thomas POV We were laying by the river. I was watching Willow’s wolf. Her wolf was a sight to see. A beautiful black, like an Alpha, yet she was more petite. In the sunlight the markings under her black fur had a gold sparkle. I had been assisting Willow with her research under her fathers’ orders to stay close and we believe that the markings were of Celtic origin. I’ll admit I cared a lot for her and somewhere along the way my feelings for her became more sincere. I followed my orders, but I didn’t need to. She was intoxicating to be around and there was something different about her that drew me in

Caden agreed without hesitation, “Okay, Master Wade! In that case, I’ll rush over and have a look now.” Charlie hummed slightly in response, “I’ll be waiting for your update.” *** The car driven by Sonia arrived at Willow Manor more than twenty minutes later. The house was called Willow Manor because the entire manor was located on the edge of a lake halfway up the mountain that was full of dense weeping willows. It was said to be called Willow Manor, and it was estimated that there were more than twenty to thirty thousand weeping willow trees inside and outside the vicinity of the manor.

Alpha Henry introduced us. {Willow. Her name is Willow} Trevor whispered as we all shook hands. I noticed that Willow tried to avoid shaking mine and I furrowed my brow at her. After everyone else had shook hands, I pointedly held out my hand to her. She saw it and cringed but was forced to reach out for it. As soon as we touched, I knew. {Mate!} Trevor howled and I grinned.

I’m looking over the meeting minutes and ticking places off the map when Tru’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, “Would the Willow know where to find the stone?” I pause for a moment. Willow is considered the spirit of the forests and trees. She’s old and wise and knows many things. Anything that happens close to trees, she will see it. Speaking with her is dangerous. Humans and other creatures have destroyed many different forests. Special huldra were created to protect her. The huldra would begin to sing if a man entered the forest where Willow dwells. The intruder would follow the sound, and the huldra would lure them deeper into the forest. Then if the man was lucky, he is given a quick d

They threw punches, kicked shins, and bared their teeth, desperately trying to keep the swarm from pulling the willow down. "I am finished," Tola whispered in my mind. Her voice sounded hollow, completely drained of its usual arrogance. "Make sure the males are connected. Right now." My brain scrambled. "What are you talking about? Connected how?" "Just do it, Betty. Now." "Ian!" I screamed down through the branches, the wind knocking the breath from my lungs. "Touch them! Make sure you and the guys are touching as many rogues as possible! Tola is doing something!"

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.