Willow Age Novels & Stories

Willow Aiden’s mindlink freaked me out, but I tried not to show it. Raff felt it, but I told him Aiden could explain and was handling it. The back and forth, explaining to Aiden what Asim and Hikaru said and did and then telling them what he said was something we will soon not need, but finding out that these dragons who Aiden said looked to be in their late 30s or early 40s in human standards of age wanted our very sweet 18-year-old mate for their own set me on edge. Hugging Hikaru helped calm me and stopped the weird glowing reaction that I had. Raff told me it’s because my Winter Fae side has awakened and blends with my witch abilities.

Leona said and was out of his chamber. Willow was still staring at the golden apple when his elder brother, Jay, walked into his chamber. "Is that a golden apple?" Jay, a young boy of 15 years old strode into the chamber and collected the apple from Willow. Just like Willow, he has dark hair and his eyes are green. "Hey, give me back my apple." "I won't give it back to you Willow, it's now mine." Jay said and took a bite out of the apple. "I will report you to father."

I hope she wasn’t too much trouble. “Oh no, she was absolutely wonderful. Easiest child I have ever watched.” Willow replied with a huge grin. This took Cassia by surprise. “You’ve watched other children?” “Why yes. I’m older than I look.” She replied to Cassia with confidence. “How old exactly are you? Because I thought you were much younger than I was. That is why I was nervous about leaving my sister.” “I’m actually 18.” She responded. “And I am not offended by your concern. Because I too would have been nervous. With everything you two have been through, I would not want her to be out of my sight either.”

He stands up and starts pacing around the room, then he looks at me and whispers, “Willow is my mate.” I rub my hand across my eyes tiredly as I say, “She is only sixteen.” Riley growls as he replies, “I fucking know, Darius; why would the moon goddess pair me with a child?” I sit there for a minute before shaking my head and asking, “What are you going to do?” He sighs, “There's nothing I can do until she turns eighteen.” I groan and stand up as I say, “Maybe she only looks young, Riley; we have all assumed she is sixteen; Willow could be older than she looks.”

She was funny, and smart, sexy, and sweet all wrapped up in a sinfully delectable package that did crazy things to his heart. As they came up for air, Liam did a quick check to make sure no one had seen them before he discreetly adjusted the little Liam in his pants. Willow was twenty, six years younger than he was, and they'd both agreed to wait until she finished her internship before announcing their mateship to the rest of the pack. The brief times that they could sneak a few moments together would have to be enough in the meantime. "My cousin called me today," Willow announced as they continued down the stairs and wandered outside. As always, the main road was filled with pups playing a

I had witnessed the horrors those monsters had inflicted far too many times not to worry for her life. Willow was just a child, a mere eighteen-year-old who was still full of life and possessed an endless stream of potential. The thought of her facing these challenges alone was akin to brutal torture. I sped up, my heart racing with each step I took towards the outskirts of our territory. As I discarded my shirt, the woods greeted me with a warm embrace, providing a haven amid the madness.

I bellow, pacing up and down the room, wanting nothing more than to grab my belt that’s laying on the washroom floor and whip her back until she’s begging me for my forgiveness. “For christ sake, Willow, they’re only three years old! Do you really think that they would even remember you when it was time for them to read what you left them? Probably not. And what about now, hm? You’re just going to leave them when they need you the mos-“

Willow’s face flushed. Yes, she had been in love with Maxon since she was sixteen years old, but she had truly loved him since they were seven. He had come to visit his grandmother one summer and had returned every year since until he turned fifteen and finally moved in with her to attend the school in her town. Willow’s father’s house was right next door to his grandmother’s. She had been perplexed as to why he would relocate from a large city to a small town until he explained it to her. He told her how his mother had passed away and that living with his father had become so unbearable that he had decided to leave.

I'm still fixated on his bloodied forearms, and he's still studying my face intently as he inserts the earpiece into his ear. "It's all yours," Willow says, teetering on her feet as she stands, her kneecaps bandaged. She raises her chin to meet Kaleb's gaze. "Have you found Licorice?" Kaleb's hand hovers near her hip in case she stumbles. "We're working on it." I can hear the hint of his South Philly accent. "Are you okay?" "Yes." Willow blinks as if trying to fight off her drunkenness. She hiccups and adds, "Thank you, Mr. O'Brien." He's twenty-seven, the same age as Lennox. Not middle-aged.

"I'm almost done with my drawing." Willow remembered something. "Happy birthday." The little girl, who was celebrating her sixth birthday that day, only blinked her eyes for a moment. Then she just nodded stiffly. "Did Mrs. Charlotte tell you?" Zoey asked suddenly. "Of course not!" Willow exclaimed. There was a grin on Zoey's face. "Yeah, right." Again Willow felt blindsided. Was she that transparent? So predictable. But the 26-year-old nodded. She didn't want to be called a liar by Zoey. If you're guilty, admit it, that was all that mattered to Willow.