Whispers Of Willow Creek Novels & Stories

Maddox asked in a low whisper near his ear. "What girls?" Issac hissed lowly with more than half of his face outside the window. "Well, there are none, but she didn't know that. She'll know what I'll tell her. Do you want that? No, right? So please follow me, big bro," Maddox grinned under the helmet, leaving fuming Issac behind, who quietly followed him. Issac pulled over as Innessa stepped out of the car. They walked further ahead before coming into a clearing. It was a small stream in the woods. "It's so beautiful," she said, staring around as Maddox took off his helmet and grinned at her.

"You know, there's been weird stuff going on in Willow Creek." Tess turned to him, her interest piqued. "What kind of stuff?" Ethan leaned in. "People saying they've seen things in the woods. Shadows moving on their own. Some folks are saying it's the old legends coming back."Tess felt a shiver run down her spine. "Legends?" Ethan nodded. "About werewolves. People say they roam these woods at night."Tess's mind flashed to Liam, to the way he made her feel. Could it be?

Arabella nearly went mad when she saw the black smoke that surrounded her sister and Willow. "I didn't plan well that was why you were able to get me. But next time, it won't be so easy for you Aurora, I promise you." Arabella said to the empty spot that ocne occupied Willow's bed. ***** Creek Kingdom: King Creek came down from his horse and waited for his visitor to come down also. Together they walked into the palace building, King Creek leading the way. He had mistaken the taller man for Willow and if not for his hair and eyes color one would have thought they were twins.

The sound of rushing water. Her feet came to a standstill along a cliffside where a waterfall descended. As she gazed over the ledge, her vision only noticed darkness where the water disappeared into. Her heart clenched so tight in her chest, aching with the pain of humiliation and defeat. She was done. Willow stepped out into the open space that would consume her being forever. "WILLOW!" ----------

A deadly storm that masked itself serenely. There is no rustling of the wind, no chirping of birds, no morning sounds that can be heard usually. Everything stood still. As if nature is also afraid to make a sound, waiting with bated breath to hear what he has to say. Willow couldn't take it any longer. She took a step, a silent storm brewing in her eyes as anguish threatening to break her at her seams. Her hands shook. Her heart pleaded with her to forget what she heard. If only she can hear it.

Curtis looked at Roo, wide-eyed behind the wheel. “Go!” yelled Curtis to the old man. “150 yards from the trailer toward the creek! Keypad! Georgina’s birthday . . . ” Corpses pawed at the truck, leaving Roo with no choice but to stomp on the gas, mangling the living dead as the F-350 tore away from the cemetery. Jeannine held onto Curtis. But she wasn’t afraid, as he’d expected. She wasn’t anything at all. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and she began to speak in a harsh, guttural voice. She spoke a language that sounded more like the screeching of rats than any known human tongue.

I’m tired and vaguely hungry and in desperate need of another shower, but I just want to sleep for a million years. Willow joins me. She crawls up next to me and lies on her side, facing me. “Spill,” she says. I open my mouth to deny everything, but I end up telling her the whole story. Even the most embarrassing parts about Steele and Greyson in the locker room. I leave out the gritty details, like them both coming on my face… “Jeez,” Willow whispers. “No wonder you’re tired.” “Yep,” I agree. We both doze after that and wake up when her phone goes off. She blindly reaches for it behind her, finally finding it and bringing it in front of her face. She swipes it open, reads something, then to

Chapter 12. *.*. Willow started riding on the lonely lane that led to Crowville's Spring. She got amazed when she noticed that there was no settlement there as the place was filled with shrubs and trees. When she had ridden for close to an hour, she heard the sound of the spring as it was flowing. She continued riding until she saw the spring. She stopped the bicycle and packed it close to a fallen tree as she could no longer ride her bicycle on the path she saw, as it was filled with pebbles and little rocks.

Happy Birthday Lailah" Cheers and applause fulfilled the room, A beautifully decorated cake that looked delicious and lovely presents, not to forget the loud music and crazy dances. A surprise party was arranged for me on my 18th birthday. I'm not a party animal but just to make my friends feel happy, I joined the occasion. After a while, when I could no longer handle it I excused myself from that place Exiting the back gate I let out a long sigh. Wow, that was a hella lot to handle. Wanting to breathe some fresh air, I walked around. In front of me was a small grove. It was past midnight, unsure of what to do. I stood at the entrance of the grove, "Man, I wish not to go back again! I want t

There were many that didn't want to be bothered with the noise of the public since they had lived their lives so long in seclusion. Those details would be settled on later, once she did all of her research. The excitement of being allowed to conduct her study of the little town of Willow Creek overrode any other worries she had. It was one of the oldest towns in the area and probably one of the most secluded. It got its name from the grove of Willow trees that encased the entire town and, of course, the small creek that ran through it.