Willow Age Novels & Stories

I moved closer to a chair and held the back of it as my legs jerked. “You are saying Willow really reached me and she pulled me into her world?” “Yes.” Ulrich answered, nodding his head. “Or tried to since she could not see you.” Lucien shook his head. “But Willow is too young for it. She is just a child. She cannot use such powers.” Ulric nodded in agreement, yet, he protested. “She could if she wields the ability within her.” “Yet, she still can't… she would have to be at least sixteen before her powers can surface.”

muttered the professor whose face had stiffened by this point. Gerald himself couldn’t help but frown as he asked, “Just how big was that feud for such a mass assassination to take place?” “All of that happened due to a special fruit… You see, Phoebe is one of the ancient witch descendants who escaped to Jay City and had her name changed to Willow. The Willows themselves never harmed anyone with their witchcraft, and they even made sure to properly run their businesses. That aside, the Willows had a tradition of feeding their children a special fruit when they grew to the age of six. If the fruit wasn’t consumed, the descendants would most likely die between the ages of twelve and sixteen….”

Her pink lips pursed into a thin line and her brows furrowed. Sitting next to him, she felt suffocated. She knew that her fellow colleagues always had their eye on him, they often talked about marrying him and being one of the wealthiest woman in the city. Willow did not even think about such things, she was already twenty-one and half way through her medical career. Losing her parents at the age of five, Willow had always been a survivor. Her parents had passed away in a horrific car accident one snowy,winter's night. Willow was in the car with her parents travelling to her grandparents home for the holidays when a truck skid off the road ,leaving the trailer to slam into the front of their

He had notice something growing on its trunk, a smooth bump that was a size of a person’s face, worrying that it was a parasite he had tried to gently claw it off, but deep green liquid had ooze out, he had gotten scared, afraid of hurting the tree and decided to let it be, That night he had slept on the roots of the willow. Restless he couldn’t shake the feeling of violence inside of him, his beast growling and twitching, he wanted blood, he glanced back from where he stood pressing his face on the tree as if telling her he would come back, he ran. He needed to release such anger. ...

They would get home, and soon, or she would kill that crazy man. “Willow, you have to get them back. It has been months since they left.” Sage told the old witch, who looked more like a thirty-year-old. Willow would tell no one how old she was. Sage figured she had to be one of the first witches.

“That's good. Did she go to school?” “No. She wasn’t up for it. I took her to the hospital and it was just a fever caused by…” Willow burst into laughter and I could have called her mad for doing that. “Well, she started her period.” I was lost in her words. When I found my voice again, it dropped and I was stunned. “What?” “Menstruation, silly,” she laughed again, like it was nothing. “I have totally forgotten that girl is no longer eight-years-old again. She turned nine! I feel so proud of her!”

As we pulled away from the Crescent Moon packhouse nervousness and excitement both filled me not knowing what awaits me. “So, Willow, Alpha Conner tells me that you were one of the hybrids that stayed at Red Moon during the battle.” Beta Shawn says to me and I know he is trying to be nice to me and start a conversation. “Yes, I was only seventeen at the time.” I tell him and I can see he is doing the math in his head of how old I am now. “So, you are eighteen?” Beta Shawn asks. “I just turned nineteen yesterday.” I tell him and he quickly turns my way and says, “Well Happy Birthday Willow.” With a smile on his face and I wonder if all the wolves have amazing teeth like him.

he told her. Willow had lived by those words. She hadn't fully grasped the metaphor then, but she had carved them into her diary and her soul. Now, at fifteen, she felt the pressure of the pack’s expectations. Jade already had a string of flings, but Willow only had eyes for one male. She knew Roman’s words back then were likely a gentle way to shield a child's heart, but she didn't care. She was ready to claim that promise tonight. "Willow, you look breathtaking. Though, I still miss your long waves," Jade commented, leaning against the vanity.

I gave her a nod and held her up running up the stairs, her giggles echoed the whole way to her room. _______________________________ I locked the keys with my right hand while Willow clasped my left hand waiting for me patiently. Sometimes, I wonder Why she acts so mature for her age, she's only four yet she's super smart and doesn't act like a spoiled brat. “Mommy, hurry, hurry” she tugs my shirt.

Chapter 52. *.* "How old do you say you are again?" Willow wanted to be sure as Eric wondered if what he did by telling her about his secret was the right thing to do. "14," he said bluntly as she was in awe. "We have a deal, 87. You can not tell anyone about this. You can't" he said as she nodded. "I swear it. I cross my heart" she said as he smiled. "Does that even work?" He muttered to himself and turned to Willow who was in deep thought.