Twill Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.

Then he goes to kiss my cheeks and then finally my neck. “Now, you should eat so that you can get well soon and we can work on your big appetite for me.” He freaking winks at me suggestively. I don't say anything. I just blush. So typical of Willow. That's the real Willow, not the confident one who shamelessly asks for a kiss.

Food was no longer scarce for them, so another primal urge took hold. There were women in the village, of course. Still, how could any country woman compare to someone as well kept as Eleanor? The roguish man, Wyatt Willowford, tucked his hands into his sleeves. "This is Willowford East territory. If you want to pass through, you pay a toll." He pointed at the snowmobile and then at Eleanor. "Leave either the bike or the woman. Pick one." Cyrus had not expected such brazen confidence. Did they think the gun in his hand was decoration?

JESSICA The forest was silent, too silent. The moon hung above like a watchful eye, painting the world in silver and shadow. I swung my blade again and again, each strike slicing through the air with desperate precision. Sweat clung to my skin and burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn’t bring myself to stop because all I could think of was revenge. It was ringing in my mind like a bell. Every breath was a reminder of the day the werewolves came. They had taken everything from me. My family, my joy. All that I have left was my uncle and my wonderful friend Mel. My uncle taught me how to fight, how to hide, and how to hate.

She was dripping down his balls, trembling on the edge of coming, with her brother just steps away. Alex opened the fridge. The light spilled into the living room, almost reaching them. Ethan’s cock throbbed inside her. He smiled darkly against her neck and slowly rocked his hips once… twice… pushing just a little deeper. Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Would Alex turn around? Would he see his little sister impaled on his best friend’s thick cock? The fridge door started to close. To be continued…

Willow became wide eyed at the news. “What! He is a Lord? I didn’t think that was a thing.” “Well according to the twins and Belthazar, he is.” “You keep saying twins, who are they?” Now filled with curiosity, Willow started to look around for them. “Hunter and Tinker I have a friend to introduce you to.” Two individuals started to walk up from the side of the wagon. Their raccoon appearance made Willow smile. Hunter especially caught her attention. His evergreen sent filled her with excitement. When they were in close proximity, Willow began to introduce herself. “Hi I’m Willow.”

Usually werewolf hunters hunt alone but I needed to be sure he was the only one who was hunting after her. But this hunter is totally prepared for physical torture. I don't think there's anything we can physically do to him to change his resolve. Well, nothing physical. Good thing the mind is a much easier target. Good thing I know someone who toys with the mind like it was her own personal playground. Finn was about to resume torturing him but I signalled him to stop. There was no need going on with this, she is already here. “That's enough love. I'll take it from here.” Willow said, gliding into the room with a predatory smile playing on her lips. She went to Finn, giving him a brief kiss

Still he tried to explain, "Look...I was only getting rid of human poachers in my forest. I wouldn't hurt you...or eat you. I swear." His mind berated him, "Like that is going to help you big bloodthirsty idiot! She just saw you eat that human and now you catch her like that! What is she supposed to think?!" ... Twillow had never been so scared in all her life being held in the clutches of a man-eating giant. She couldn't stop shaking or crying. She didn't want to die...she didn't want to be eaten. But now he had her and she was going to be his next snack. She tried to summon some sort of defensive magic from within her, but the residual effects of the iron chain and the knockout drug left h

Dane: You know I don’t like waiting. Me: I don’t know it. Give me a second. I push off the wall and walk to Hunter. Tapping the address while he reads it out, I thank him and avoid Rem’s suspicious gaze. Willow makes an entrance and distracts everyone around the table when she grabs two jello shots. She places one between her breasts and throws the other back. Her piece of shit boyfriend slides up to her, drops both hands to the counter and lowers his head. When he straights, the shot glass is in his mouth and he lifts his head back. His Adam’s apple bombs as he swallows and Willow giggles. She grabs the glass from his mouth and he swallows her mouth up in a public show of affection.

Third Person's POV Back at the Blackthorn Pack, Lance had been at the Ministry of Justice since that morning. Priscilla sat there in a daze. When Adelaide came to greet her, Priscilla quickly grabbed her hand and asked, "What's the real story with Willow? Is she really Hunt's daughter?" Adelaide replied, "It's true. Besides Wilorina—now known as Willow—other women are likely being sent to powerful packs as well." "Why would they do that? Even as a breeder's daughter, she's still Hunt's daughter. Why send her to such a seedy place? Isn't that embarrassing for her?" Priscilla questioned.