Wand Willow Novels & Stories

I had only caught glimpses of the school and its inhabitants, and my previous experiences with Briar and Liam had left me anxious. As we walked down the grand staircase, I couldn’t help but notice the intricate details of the architecture. High ceilings adorned with magical motifs, large windows that seemed to glow with their own light, and artwork that pulsed with a life of its own created an atmosphere that felt both enchanted and intimidating. “Windamere Academy is unlike any other school,” my uncle began, guiding me through the spacious foyer. “It’s not just a place for learning; it’s a sanctuary for beings like us. You’ll find all kinds of species here, each with their own unique abilit

A girl named Shira asked. " Tonight. Xander will be transformed in three weeks time. I will arrange your marriage with him so that I can save our kind." " This is good news,my queen. I can't wait to become Xander's bride."She happily left the throne room. Shira is a vampire. She is 100 years old but the fact that vampire doesn't age made her look like a teenager. Queen Kate and her father had been friends for ages. This friendship could have led to marriage but along the line Kate fell in love with a human.

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.

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.

*** Willow drove back home to the Anderson's residential villa and she stepped down from her Red SUV parked. She felt relieved Patrick had forgiven her but she still had one more problem to deal with and that was the beautiful maid in the mansion. She sighed heavily as she made her way towards the house and as usual pulled the entrance door opened to the four-storey multimillion dollar mansion, and just as she stepped in, she saw Elderly Mrs Eleanor sitting in the living room milk coloured couch and reading one of their magazines. "Good evening mom" Willow greeted, as obviously her mood had lightened and she walked closer to meet Mrs Eleanor, with a beautiful smile curved on her face.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

“To this sacred place.” She gestured around us. To the strange flat rocks forming the clearing here. And the odd green of the grass. The vibrant wildflowers which seemed to form a perfect frame around the circle as if somehow, they could make a barrier, people couldn’t cross. But I had. “What is this place?” “Now that, My Dear,” She lifted a pointed finger. “is the correct question.” *** “It’s called The Mending Vale. This is where ancient witches used to come to help gather energy from each other. Or to heal any one of them. It’s why you came…To be healed.”

Suddenly, an uninvited guest crashed the wedding halfway through. It was Carlo. He was bony, wearing a wrinkled suit, and holding a wilted bouquet of roses. He staggered in front of me, babbling, "Rosa… look, I brought you your favorite roses. Won't you marry me? Let's get married today." Luca's bodyguards moved in to remove him, but I held my hand up. I took the wilted bouquet of roses and looked straight at him. "Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding."

Jean-Pierre asked as he started to sort the items from the basket. “My name is Willow. I need some food items.” She told Jean-Pierre, and he helped her to pick out the items she needed. Willow carried the items in her basket. Out onto the walkway, she went to head home. The day was growing late, and Willow didn’t want to be out after dark. As she moved down the walk, she smiled. Jean-Pierre, she was sure, had to be Falling Feather reborn.

“You’ll survive.” Grammy slammed her palm against the table, cutting through the banter. “Listen. This fight will not be won by species. It will be won by unity. A dragon cannot hold without a witch’s ward. A vampire cannot move in sunlight without a wolf to guard his back. You will mingle. You will fight as one. Or you will die as many.” The tent went quiet again, the weight of her words pressing into every chest. Kael, perched on Serenya’s knee, tilted his head. “That’s what W.I.L.D. means,” he piped up. “We all fight together. We all win together.”