Wicked Willows Novels & Stories

Due to the catastrophic mudslides and river swelling, leaving the rogue village remained a physical impossibility. Hudson’s thoughts were entirely consumed with strategies for his escape, his internal wolf growing increasingly restless with every passing hour. Yet, it was impossible to deny that Lacey’s ancient remedies had worked a miracle on his anatomy. Thanks to her constant application of river-herbs, Hudson’s lacerations had closed seamlessly, restoring a significant portion of his physical mobility, though he remained disciplined enough to avoid triggering any internal bleeding. That afternoon, a sudden wave of aggressive shouting and the unmistakable scent of hostile wolves outside t

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

she said, her voice quieter now, “I’m totally turning our future kids into ninja assassin snack bandits. These three have nothing on what I’m gunna train.” He groaned. “Why are you like this?” “Because peace is boring,” she whispered, a soft grin curling her lips. “And I am W.I.L.D., baby.” Later That Night The moon hung low in a sky stained copper, casting a dusky hue over a cracked, hollow valley. Smoke coiled like serpents through the air, and ash fluttered down like broken feathers. Serenya stood barefoot in the center of it all, the ground beneath her still warm, still bleeding from something ancient and unspoken.

Her hands stay on my elbow, but I think that’s more about her stopping herself from falling over in the shoes. We follow the red carpet, but it appears that Willow knew exactly where to go. She leads us through the house and out into the back garden. Colourful lights surround a dancefloor where a dozen wolves were already dancing as the music pumped out into the night “Will? A female calls out. A woman with short dark hair comes striding towards us in a very revealing black dress. “Will, is that really you?” Willow tenses up and I’m pretty sure she muttered the word ‘shit’ under her breath. I see some of my security prepare themselves. ‘Not yet.’ I link them

Another one of my men says and I move to the edge of the cliff and I look down at another dead corpse laying in a pool of blood. That was two rogues that Willow had killed on her own. That makes five dead rogues and the six was the one that she had jumped off the cliff from. After seeing the two rogues that she had killed there had to be a reason she ran from the third and my guess is she knew she was outweighed by him. Walking to the edge of the cliff where I had seen the huge black wolf, I looked down to see the size of the imprint of his paws. Reaching down I placed my hand over the print and took in the size of it and realized we had a bigger problem than we thought we had.

Deep in the night, underneath the residence of the Hallow’s, a small crack appears on the floor. From it, a black mist seeps out, followed by a glowing purple light. As the break slowly grows bigger, a soft female voice whispers from it, its sound creeping through the entire house. The surrounding flora outside the house grew wilder, crawling on the fences, covering the ground, and filling the pathways until it completely covered the entire place like a defensive wall. But with no one staying in the old home, the entire phenomenon remained unnoticed.

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

] I mutter back, and he’s not wrong. Wills scrunches her nose delicately with confusion and I am certain she’s starting to smell the absolute fog of pheromones that’ve engulfed our table. I put out a pulse of Alpha power to get everyone under control. She will have no idea what she is scenting, and this is definitely not the time or the way I want her to learn about the rest of us. Sandy clears her throat delicately to garner Willows attention. “Willow did I hear that your dad is a fireman?”

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….”

She was too good. I rubbed faster and harder and Willow’s voice got higher. I put my mouth next to her ear. “When we’re back at that table all you’ll be able to think about is this. My dick sliding deep inside of you, making you weak. Cum on my dick, now.” Her breath hitched as she tightened around my cock once more. “Oh my god!” Willow cried out. A few more pumps and I knew I would be done too. “Willow….oh fuck!”