Willard Lyrics Novels & Stories

All of these things made us vulnerable and I had the pack guard working double time to make sure our pack stayed safe. I just wanted them to now accept Willow as their Luna. I know she is scared they won’t. Or that she isn’t strong enough. But she proved herself a warrior in body and I am sure she will prove herself a Luna in spirit. Just have to convince her. She opens the door with a lopsided grin and says “I just need a few more moments, I am almost ready. Come on in”

“You’ll survive.” Grammy slammed her palm against the table, cutting through the banter. “Listen. This fight will not be won by species. It will be won by unity. A dragon cannot hold without a witch’s ward. A vampire cannot move in sunlight without a wolf to guard his back. You will mingle. You will fight as one. Or you will die as many.” The tent went quiet again, the weight of her words pressing into every chest. Kael, perched on Serenya’s knee, tilted his head. “That’s what W.I.L.D. means,” he piped up. “We all fight together. We all win together.”

Willow stared at him and for the first time that night, she sang right on key, her voice breaking. "Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire, Your arson's match your somber eyes, And I'll still see it until I die, You're the loss of my life..." Knox's eyebrows furrowed as he cluelessly stared at Willow, not understanding what those Taylor Swift lyrics meant. "What do you mean? I don't understand." He finally admitted.

He looks directly at me when he says it. The music starts. The first new song is slow. Haunting. Piano and his voice. The lyrics are about emptiness. About feeling nothing while everyone watches. The crowd is silent. Just listening. I'm shooting but also hearing every word. The second song is faster. Angry. About pushing people away to protect yourself. The third song destroys me. It's called "Three Feet." The chorus: **You're standing three feet from me / But I can't reach across / I built these walls myself / Now I'm paying the cost**

All the more reason I despise this world. Breaking the silence Dr Willard laughs “When I heard about your little revolt I couldn’t help but say goodbye to my old life and start a new. I truly believe we will get along swimmingly. Our ideals coexist...” a serious look stretches across his face “and I would do anything if it meant stopping The Project and reclaiming our world from corruption.”

Lance will— But the sentence dies before it forms. Wade’s laugh is a smooth, quiet thing. “Mr. Vallerand is busy,” he says. “He has his wedding preparations, his company’s obligations. He will not run to shield her the way you think he will.” He lays the emphasis on thinking so maliciously that she feels the word like a blow.

One by one, the pyres go up in flames. Zael and his vampires land in the middle of the clearing and start to sing. I don’t understand the words, but the song is beautiful with an ethereal quality to it. The lilting melody fills the air, and remarkably, it lifts our spirits. It happens all at once and to all of us. We start to smile as the song fills us with love and hope. I wish Willow was here to experience the vampire song. I miss her. My arms feel cold and empty without her in them.

A vibrant, energetic voice booms . “ . . . an that’s why, me dear brothers’n sisters, we must lay down our infirmities at His Unknown Feet an accept all the wonders’n glories He has in store for us! He’s ready an waitin to work His Grace and remake us inta His Unknown Image, that powerful’n great Father from Beyond Time’n Space . . . ” Father Ward swears under his breath and hits scan again. The next song is a welcome relief, though also highly ironic, considering our return to Clifton Heights.

Upon hearing this, Willard slapped Jillian with all his might, causing her to fall to the ground. “Shut up, you bitch! Would it kill you to talk less?!” He immediately knelt and pleaded, “Mr. Lester, Ms. Lambert, we’re leaving right now! We won’t say a word to anyone, I promise!” Jillian was enraged. “Willard Griffin! How dare you hit me! When you seduced me into bed, you showered me with sweet words! Now, you dare to call me a bitch! You're a despicable scumbag!”

Willow handed me a pair of pants and informed me that it was standard workwear, and if they were too large for me, I would have to wear a belt. As I sat to start shimmying on the pants, I began to weep for my brother, my family, and what happened between me and the Alpha. “Oh dear,” Willow mumbled softly as she hesitated to touch my back. Covering my face, I muttered, "Sorry," as I peered up at her looking pathetic. “I know life is kicking your ass right now, Lyric, but you are strong to have survived this long. The Goddess must have a grand plan for you, so don't give up,” she asserted, and I eyed her incredulously.