Wand Willow Novels & Stories

I don't want you getting hurt D- I won't get hurt. Open your window when you know everyone in the house has gone to sleep, I'll be watching A – Stalker 😝 Dean chuckled and ate his steak. His phone chirped with another message and he glanced at it with a frown to see it was from Willow. She was a wood sprite, not to be confused with a Dryad which only lived in Ireland and were tiny mischievious girls. Willow was tall and slender like her name sake with long blond hair and large doe-like brown eyes and was quite popular at school having a caring and helpful nature. She hadn't had any more trouble from Todd since Dean sorted him out.

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.

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 say. Willow offers me a scowl and then slaps my thigh. “Could you stop with the dying jokes! Seriously, Reid, I was… I didn’t know if I would ever see you again!” she says, then tried to imitate a stern expression while crossing her arms, but she just ended up looking completely adorable. “I’m never leaving your fucking side again.” She says, and my eyes widen in amusement. “Language, Miss Creed, or it will force me to wash out your mouth,” I say with a raised eyebrow. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, clearly lost for words to say.

He had notice something growing on its trunk, a smooth bump that was a size of a person’s face, worrying that it was a parasite he had tried to gently claw it off, but deep green liquid had ooze out, he had gotten scared, afraid of hurting the tree and decided to let it be, That night he had slept on the roots of the willow. Restless he couldn’t shake the feeling of violence inside of him, his beast growling and twitching, he wanted blood, he glanced back from where he stood pressing his face on the tree as if telling her he would come back, he ran. He needed to release such anger. ...

the girl snatched up swiftly, her eyes staring. Hugo cleared his throat, and then placed a hand on the table, fiddling with the edges of the notebook paper. “Those who helped your mother give birth to you because, you know, the wolvire birth had to be accompanied and assisted by at least one witch.” Hugo paused for a moment, and then continued slowly, “But, they are also the ones who block your power with the Varsan Seal.” Barbara shrugged her head, no longer feeling tense. “Not a big problem. What's important is that the dam is now in ruins.”

muttered the professor whose face had stiffened by this point. Gerald himself couldn’t help but frown as he asked, “Just how big was that feud for such a mass assassination to take place?” “All of that happened due to a special fruit… You see, Phoebe is one of the ancient witch descendants who escaped to Jay City and had her name changed to Willow. The Willows themselves never harmed anyone with their witchcraft, and they even made sure to properly run their businesses. That aside, the Willows had a tradition of feeding their children a special fruit when they grew to the age of six. If the fruit wasn’t consumed, the descendants would most likely die between the ages of twelve and sixteen….”

the screen was immediately turned on as it played a video of a girl who seems to be walking casually towards somewhere, if you didn't look closely you can never notice hurry in her steps like she was in a hurry to go somewhere and at the same time like she was just taking a casual walk in the park. Her face could not be seen as her back was to us, I watched as she got to her car, and that was when she turned her face, she opened the door and got into the car driving away, the video was paused as I turned to David in question, but my question was answered as he took the video back to when she turned, he zoomed the video to reveal her face more, the video showed her face, but now as he zoomed

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.