Willow: A Novel Novels & Stories

The memory of past attacks lingered like a shadow over their steps. As I helped a young mother lift a beam into place, I noticed Willow observing from the nearby fence, her small form bouncing with impatience. She was learning quickly, picking up the subtleties of pack life, of village survival, without even realizing it. Her curiosity was unrelenting, her energy a bright light in a world that often felt gray.

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.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

Meguitte began to browse the commercial shelves without interest, giving Willow time to finish her flirtation without interruption, however her attention was drawn over and over to the man as if he were a magnet and she drifted closer despite her intentions to give them space and time. Tall, long legged, broad shouldered and leanly muscled, he made a very appealing sight from behind. His hair was overgrown, falling heavily onto his brow and curling slightly around his neck beneath his ear as if marking precisely where her teeth should go. She could brush those stray locks of hair away with her fingertips and press a kiss against his pulse point as they made love, she thought, and then recoil

“I know I fucked up-” “How many times have I heard that Nathaniel? It’s always you fucking up and then manipulating me into forgiving you!” “Manipulating?” I whispered. “Yes, that’s what you do! You lie and you scheme and manipulate! You’ve been doing it to me the entire summer! First with Orladno and then you tricked me into falling in love with you!” “I did not trick you Willow, we just fell in love!” “Did we? Or did you just need to be the source of my distraction so that you could control me and then fuck me over when the time came? That email could have wrecked everything I’ve spent the last four years building!” Willow yelled.

"Mommy! Daddy! Look what I’ve got!" Willow's joyful voice made William and Tessa turn around. Several years had passed since Tessa gave birth to Michael, and Willow followed him. Willow was the only daughter of William and Tessa. True to her husband's words, they had a daughter as their last child. They had no plans of having more children because life wasn't easy. Earning money was difficult, and you wouldn't find money lying around on the streets, not even ten cents.

-Willow- I woke up pressed against a warm, powerful body, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment and peace. It was an incredible sensation, and I instinctively snuggled closer, burying my nose in something smooth. As I inhaled a sharp, intoxicating scent, I opened my eyes to find myself plastered against Cain, my nose nestled in his neck while I almost lay on top of him. Startled, I quickly sat up, glaring at him. I slapped his chest, but my strength was no match for him, and he didn’t even stir.

Zach was on his phone. Willow felt the telltale prickling of her eyes. She would be crying herself to sleep again. . . . ____________________

In large doses, it can lead to excruciatingly painful death. I looked up at him to see him grinning, obviously enjoying the sight of my terror. I immediately looked away and took back my form of punishment. “From the look on your face, I can tell you know exactly what it is. Now this is your last chance. Who are you, and why were you trespassing on our land?” “My name is Willow Marrock, and my pack was annihilated at the Moon Dance Festival. I was the only one left surviving.” There was a little silence before he spoke.

Caspian said, patting the back of Willow's hand. Caspian did not take Charles seriously. He just did not want Willow to witness too many bloody scenes. Willow was a kind woman, after all. Caspian did not want her to be faced with too much of the dark and violent. He wanted her to always have this kindness in her. Willow nodded. "Got it. I'll wait for you in Southlake City." After that, she pressed a kiss on Caspian's cheek. She knew that she would not be able to help even if she stayed. She might even end up becoming a burden to Caspian.