Wicked Willows Novels & Stories

The occasional lightning illuminated his astonishing facial features making him look like the vampire lord of a castle. Alpha Justin, however, was no vampire nor was he a descendant of one. He is none other than the Alpha of the renowned Wild Willows pack, a pack known for its military prowess, orderliness, and oneness. The one who made all that happen was none other than this pale-looking Alpha, a man too sick to see or bask in the sun for long. The Wild willows’ secret which they kept well.

"How could he be suspicious of you? Didn't you always give him the tea Willow made? Her potions have never failed." Mireya bit her lower lip. Torin's words were indeed true. Willow, a witch who had long been imprisoned in the captivity house of the Nimbria Pack, was one of the few witches with great potion-making abilities. So far, no one had been able to escape from her magical potions.

Her wolf crooned in her mind and Willow immediately felt herself getting wet. “Fuck" Willow cursed at the scenes that flashed in her mind and also at the fact that she could smell her arousal that was filling the air. She was standing with her back to Barbara as she admired herself in the gown in the mirror. Willow felt too ashamed to look back to see if Barbara had caught a whiff of the scent of her arousal. She just fled the dressing room into where she would change out of the magnificent gown.

Mary Wills,the most popular girl on campus stood in front of her blocking her way. Willow stood in silence, she knew Mary Wills had experience with older men. Rich men. She didn't want to burn the bridge and retaliate just yet,she might need her in future. "What happened? Cat caught your tongue, Willow or should I call you the next Mrs Green." Willow smirked. "Wow, you really are enjoying the money. Look at that outfit. Must be a fortune." Mary said as she pulled the sleeve down." Fair skin like that must have gotten you all of this."

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

I added. "Princess Willow arrived in my pack as my fated, but we rejected each other because I was married. We never acted on our feelings. I made her the pack healer after she saved my Gamma and me from poisoning. Poison I ingested during a werewolf pack meeting. She saved many other people after that. She is not a social climber; please let us not allow desperate and ambitious people to blind our judgement. It is wrong to stand there and speak ill of someone you barely know," I said, and people were murmuring.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

Her mate mark is missing. Heavy sobs wreck Willow's chest. She refuses to look up at me. "I am sorry," she stutters. "I couldn't..." Willow is sobbing so hard she isn't able to finish her sentence. A guttural growl erupts from my chest as I look at the blonde witch. "Take your hands off my mate," I threaten her. "Or what?" The witch replies. "You have no power here."

Keena turned her dark eyes onto Willow. "Go home, Willow," her voice was steely, but it bounced off of the wolf in front of her. Willow looked different…wild somehow. Her eyes were so bright it nearly hurt to look at them. Her scent was strong, nearly overpowering. It pushed off of her in tumultuous waves. Keena wasn't as convinced that she would win one on one with her anymore. She had somehow grown in power over the past few days. Keena briefly wondered if Willow had also been mixing with witches. At this point, it wouldn't surprise her.

-Maddox. What the hell is this? I set the notebook down gently on the counter, picking up the thick stack of paper and rummaging through it. At first I see words like ‘she shall commit to the decisions made by the council blah blah blah blah’ but at one certain piece of paper, I pull it out completely and see that it says: I WILLOW ARCHFIEND WILL HEREBY COMMIT TO THE PROCREATING OF A NEW HEIR EACH NIGHT BY THE KING OF NIRTAVILLE WITH NO QUESTIONS ASKED FOR NOW ON