Wicked Willows Novels & Stories

"Pick on vulnerable she-wolves, why don't you challenge Madison? Then I'd at least respect you as a wolf bold enough to bite the hand that feeds it." Willow trembled more violently in Dwight's arms, unable to hide under Paisley's aura. The Soulrend Pack's pheromones were in chaos—thorny, wormwood, mint, and cedar scents clashed like a silent howl. Willow's sobs were incessant, her fingers clutching Dwight's clothes tightly, her eyes dry but her cries brimming with grievance and misery. "This is an absolute mess!" Lance stood up, took Adelaide's hand, and said to the stunned Priscilla, "Mother, let's go."

Will’s garden housed a variety of indoor plants and colorful flowers. As Una walked further into the garden, she saw a row of red roses that were mostly in full bloom, giving off a sweet scent. She leaned and let the flowers brush against her face. “Do you like roses?” she heard Will from behind. She turned around to face him. “I think they’re pretty.” She was lightly shaking. Will frowned slightly. “Let me adjust the temperature,” he said and walked away, leaving her to continue with her admiration for the flowers.

Willow can grow trees or plants of all kinds anywhere, at any time. In short, the earth is her playground. She doesn't need to touch the ground with her hands and concentrate. Her feet already touch the ground. She just has to think about it and it will happen. She can make any kind of tree to grow; Poisonous vines, ash-wood trees (the stakes from these trees are deadly for vampires), thorny bushes, anything. Which is why she keeps her gift a secret. She doesn't want this knowledge to get in the wrong hands. Mages or witches who are power-hungry can steal other supernatural powers with chants and runes.

"You are now a part of my pack, and we shall build a future together. You have chosen wisely." Willow forced a smile, hiding her true emotions behind a façade of acceptance. She had made her decision, and now she would have to face the consequences. She wondered if she could find a way to navigate this new life, to find a glimmer of happiness amidst the shadows. Killian's kiss intensified, growing more forceful and demanding. Willow's attempts to resist were met with defiance as he became emboldened by her resistance. The atmosphere crackled with tension as their bodies pressed together, his grip on her waist tightening, trapping her in his grasp.

Raven demonstrated the gesture of slitting a wrist. Gia’s mouth hung open in shock. She’d heard of obsessive love, and Willow seemed to embody it. Then Gia felt the irony. Willow was like a willow tree—supposed to be a symbol of comfort and peace. But Willow’s personality was the opposite of calm and peaceful. To Gia, Willow seemed like a spoiled child prone to explosive reactions. Attempting suicide was a crude, desperate way to try to win a man’s affection.

“Eleanor is a vampire. She derives pleasure in bullying and maltreated anyone who’s below her. The servants at the castle are terrified of her and I know for sure that she has been making life hard for Willow ever since she set foot into that castle. Your new bride-to-be, Astrid, is just as vain as Eleanor.” My brows crease in surprise. “How do you know that?” “That’s not important. Back to the issue on ground. Willow is nothing like those two girls. She has been subjected to bullying and ostracism almost all her life which has left her very vulnerable and completely incapable of defending herself against her offenders. A trait I’m sure you both have noticed as well.” Kane and I nod in agree

William complained. "Actually close to hundred, Zolomon's crew. All made hybrid just for me and you guys," Willow revealed. "Well that's messed up," Lucy said. "Don't worry, we're going," Willow said moving ahead. "I have a plan." A MANSION DOWNTOWN:

Dante noted, "Hunters are supposed to be highly aware of their surroundings, but she's either oblivious or is aware and doesn't care." "Take your pick." Aiden said, "She's so buried in those texts that even my voice can barely reach her. She's really focused on this now and I'd hate to ruin her groove." "Don't worry, that's why I'm here." Willow said as she pulled a hairtie off of her wrist and pulled as much hair back as she could and made a very small ponytail, "I had a feeling that I was needed here, which is why we came." She moved past the desk and stepped into the room behind Amira. She watched Amira's head turned slightly, but didn't lift to look at her as she turned a page she was ju

Grissham's Mansion never lacked quality fruits and flowers that always bloomed and always smelled good. Alex continued walking and turned left, where Aria saw something from behind the trees. “Alex? What’s that?” Aria gaped when she saw that there were many rides that she usually saw in amusement parks, towers with pointed ends like in fairy tales, a merry-go-round, a small bridge with a beautiful fish pond underneath… “Alex? Oh my God…how?” Aria covered her mouth with both of her hands, she couldn’t describe her emotion and surprise when she saw everything in front of her. She didn’t see all of this six months earlier when they left for abroad.

I wondered why Dad forgave unnecessary debts; so many people owed him, and I will get back at each one of them. Pausing, I remember that I had to meet with Sierra. I walked into the lounge and found her sitting cross-legged; she tucked her red wig behind her ears. Before I could stop myself, I blurted. “I hate that damn wig.” She rolled her eyes, then paused as if she'd gotten an idea. “Well, I could always take it off.” She stood, walking towards me. “Only for you.” She stood really close; the black sequin dress she wore exposed her cleavage. Her breasts were round, firm, and more importantly, real.