Willow Age Novels & Stories

“Yeah, it does stink. I'm going to take a quick shower now. It won’t take long. See you in ten minutes!” He vanished like a gust of wind. Willow shook her head wordlessly and chuckled faintly to herself. She turned to Danielle who was sitting next to her. “I can still remember when Timothy was still a boy. Time flies so fast! He turned into a college student in the blink of an eye.” Danielle agreed, “Yeah, time really passes you by quickly.” Willow looked at her with a flash of envy in her eyes. “You are in the prime of your life. I envy people your age.”

Olivia asked. “He’s ten.” Willow answered. “If you guys broke up when he was two, then that means Mason was …..seventeen years old.” Olivia reasoned. “At what age did both started dating?” Olivia looked at me with accusing eyes. “Fifteen, we are the same age. We dated for two years but we’ve known each other longer than that.” Willow answered and I wished they could bring up another topic already. “Fifteen? Is that legal?” Olivia pinched my butt again and I actually winced this time.

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

she said, hugging me so hard that I couldn't breathe. Willow was the daughter of Mira, my nanny, and Egon, the Head Warrior. They are both water elementals who chose to come to the Earth Kingdom when the war started. They were the only of their kind in our whole Kingdom. But I know that many others are living in the Air Kingdom. So her mother being my nanny means we grew up together. Willow is like my sister. My little sister. Ok, maybe not that little. She is 18. When she turned 16, she decided to be a warrior like her father. So she trained here for a year, and then she went to the Air Kingdom for more intensive training.

Willow would play as a substitute for three years, offering him solace during his toughest moment in the next three years. Willow asked Chastity about the timeframe, to which Chastity responded indifferently, “Our family has a history of being a hopeless romantic, and my son seems to have this in his genes. He needs at least three years to move on. I can’t watch him ruin himself.” From the last day of October when Willow met Chastity to the day she finally left with her packed suitcase, exactly three years had passed.

Her heart broke for the people who died. "Do you know when this was?" He asked. "When she was fifteen. You already know that." Willow mumbled, looking at her fingers. "It was seven years ago." George said and continued when she did not react. "Do you recall any other accident that happened seven years ago?" Willow's eyes snapped up to meet his. "What do you mean?" "Connect the dots, Willow." George had the look of someone who had achieved his goal on his face. "No!" Willow's hand flew to her lips.

“I hope you will visit with your children. That you will allow me and my sisters to help teach them, just as we teach you.” “I would be grateful for your help. But I probably won’t be able to leave them until they are older.” I pause for a moment. “How old was she during her first stay?” Willow’s voice lightens, “She was barely three. The second night was the hardest. She slept in my vines as I rocked her.” “And her parents left her?” Willow becomes sad, “It was a different time. The world was different. Her father thought he was doing what was best.”

Willow concentrated only on the good side. Living with Marshall was a big challenge but Willow was determined to keep up. He was one who loves adventures while she has always been the quiet child but she refused to lag behind. She could remember when Abigail told her that Marshall only picked Rumi because she was entertaining. Willow always came up with ways to entertain and keep him on his toes so that he won't get bored and even after six years, he still wanted her like it was their first time all over again. Their union was blessed with a handsome baby boy eleven months after their mating ceremony and this little one would turn five in two days time. It was him that had Willow breathing f

He laughs and slaps my back, then walks toward his bike. “Ready Mona?” Willow questioned her. Mona looked so excited that she could hardly contain herself. “Hell yeah, I was born ready!” She threw her arms around Nix’s waist, and he couldn’t hide the blush that crept up his neck and into his face. He’s definitely a virgin. How the hell is an 18 or 19 year old beta werewolf still a virgin. I laugh to myself, then I look at Willow. If I could take back all the girls before her I would in a heartbeat. Even though Willow and I haven’t ever had sex, I would gladly take back my virginity if it meant I could have my first time be with her.

Kayla’s POV The trip back home was weird. I had my things packed into my fathers car and had to stay in the backseat talking to willow. We chattered on and on, catching up on what we didn’t know about each other. I had expected her to be a teenager but she was in her early twenties. This made a ton of difference in the way I saw her. My father drove us to a mountain to rest as he excused himself to meet someone. Willow and I stayed on the hood of the car, staring at the flower fields which spread out before us.