Wand Willow Novels & Stories

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu

William complained. "Actually close to hundred, Zolomon's crew. All made hybrid just for me and you guys," Willow revealed. "Well that's messed up," Lucy said. "Don't worry, we're going," Willow said moving ahead. "I have a plan." A MANSION DOWNTOWN:

"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.

Willow stood frozen in place. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Yet, she stubbornly kept her chin up. "What did you just say, Willie?" Caspian stared at her in disbelief. Willow yanked her hand out of his and choked out, "Mr. Henderson, what will it take for you to leave me alone? Your wife wants to rip my clothes off in public. Are you satisfied now?"

When the maid opened the door, it was not Wanni. It was Willow. She stood on the doorstep, looking beautiful in a simple dress, with her face bright with a smile. “Lillian! Hi! And Salome, Lydia! I hope it is okay I dropped by.” I was too surprised to speak. But Salome found her voice first. “Willow. Does Andre know you are here?” Willow poured playfully. “I am not a little pup, Salome. I had Buisness in the city and decided to stop by. I brought a peace offering.” She pulled a large, expensive looking bottle of whiskey from her large purse.

“Why did you leave and not tell me? Have I done something to offend you, Posey? You know…how I act around you… what I say to you sometimes… it’s just who I am, and it doesn’t mean anything.” “I know.” “Then what’s going on?” Her nostrils flare, but she looks down at her lap, her blush creeping down her neck. “Willow has a list, you know. To sleep with someone from every place she visits. She’s doing it because she likes it but also because she thinks she’ll meet her mate when she gets back to Crescent Falls, and then it’s over. Her life begins.” She wrings her hands, scrubbing the lotion in deeper, like her fingers hurt, especially the tips.

Willow, who was standing right in front of the magical door of the invisible banshee land, took a deep breath before entering. "Bring our Ladyship back…" uttered Crawford. Willow was holding a square-shaped mirror as a size of a gift box, she stepped inside the banshee land. The moment she stepped in, she laid her eyes on Genevieve who was entrapped between the circle of the banshees. Willow winked in her direction as if giving her a sign. Genevieve raised her hand in the air, asking all the banshee women to stop dancing. The tornado was still swivelling in the dark sky.

he huffed. "I understand. That means I don't have to hold myself back against her, do I? I just have to make sure that she stays alive." "That's right." Wendy nodded and stood up to reach the cupboard. She carried a big candle out of it and proffered it to Willow. "You're the chosen one, a talented witch. You're better than average witches out there." Willow took the candle without hesitation, determined to avenge her mother.

Willow is the most troublesome prisoner I’ve ever had to deal with, and that’s saying something considering I’m the one who brought Jacob back here. Kane wants her to practice using her magic again. So far, she’s been levitating objects at me and set some curtains and bedding on fire. This leaves the maids having to keep replacing things in her room. As far as we know, Willow is the only vampire who can use magic at the moment, and that makes her valuable and a total pain in my ass. “Have you thought about practicing your magic in other ways?” I suggest. “Like, how about doing something not so violent? Make the flowers bloom or turn water into blood?”

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.