Willow Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

This way, when I drew Willow, I'd be able to capture her cuteness exactly as it was. … Julian took out his phone and switched to camera mode. Aiming at Aralyn and Willow, he snapped a picture. Maybe because Aralyn was gentle, but in the photo, she looked calm and beautiful. On the other hand, Willow looked cute. Julian stared at the photo for a long time before setting it as his phone's wallpaper. … "Do you want to take a picture of Willow?" I noticed Julian was taking pictures, so I leaned back to make room for him.

Anything to keep the thoughts of Lothaire's naked body out of her mind. She entered the bedroom, her cheeks burning hot. Thankfully, Lothaire clad himself in the pants once more. "I need to send the picture of runes to my team," Willow said, waving her phone in the air. Lothaire grunted and turned not giving her a reply. Willow swiftly snapped 2-3 shots covering every angle of the runes and sent them to Brenda. She is not ready to face the questions. Especially from Reagan when they ask her who's back it is and what is he doing in her bed.

Below her post, indignant comments came pouring in. "I always thought there was something off about Cassidy. She always acts like she's high and mighty. Turns out she's just a plagiarizer!" "So much for the art prodigy. She probably had some shady deal with the professors." "Willow is too kind. If it were me, I'd say who it is and get her expelled already!" "My heart goes out to Willow. People like that are a disgrace to the art circle. They should be kicked out for good!" The familiar words stabbed into my heart like sharp blades coated with the most lethal poison.

I ask warily. "I don't know," Willow says as she turns to look at me. "I don't know whose side she is on." "Why did you take the job?" I ask her quietly. "We could have gone into hiding." Willow snorts with laughter. "Faris will never stop hunting me. I cannot ask you to leave your pack." Brushing her hair off of her shoulder, I look at the mark that is slowly healing on her neck. I have never seen one quite like it. It is a crescent moon with a bright star in the center. Willow shutters as my fingers run over the mark.

"That's why you're here...so I can guide you and help you through the boring parts... this are fundamental jobs meant for the Luna...Just try to mske peace with it" "Well, I want to... but it isn't also helping when Willow is practically floating around this house, distracting my train of thoughts with her latest favourite topic...Dorian" And just like that, Willow entered the room again, still talking...​"I’m just saying, he looks incredibly handsome in the formal beta uniform," Willow gushed, setting down a plate of sliced meats and fresh cheeses near her mother before sliding a bowl of warm, heavily spiced lamb stew right in front of Elara. "And he’s just so sweet. Yesterday, he actually

Willow covered her body with her hands, but it didn’t hide much from his eyes. The way he stood looking at her, wanting something she didn’t understand. Falling Feather lay back on the furs, his body pressed to hers. Willow gasped when his finger pressed into her thigh. Falling Feather ran his hand down the front of her body, feeling her body quiver at his touch. Slowly, he trailed the hand back up to her breast. Willow couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of what he was doing. His other hand trailed down her body. The fact that he knew she was pure made him take his time with her. Falling Feather didn’t want to harm her; he wanted her to enjoy what they were doing.

Between fits of giggles, Penelope leaned closer and whispered, "You know, Little-angel, I've heard something intriguing. Apparently, our colleague housekeeper, Willow, has been harboring a secret crush on Mr.Christopher!" My eyes widened with curiosity. "No way, really? The charming Christopher?" Penelope nodded, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, indeed! And rumor has it that she'll stop at nothing to keep any girl away from him, except for Daisy, Christopher's girlfriend. Willow seems a bit afraid of her." As if on cue, Willow sauntered by the kitchen doorway, her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I gulped nervously, feeling her icy gaze pierce through

Since he was not paying her any attention, she decided to return her eyes back to stare out of that window but with his hand on her lap, it was an impossible mission. His hand felt hot on top of her skin and soon he began to move, caressing her flesh. His hand wandered up until it was very close to her panties. Willow wanted to shut her legs but it was almost like something invisible wasn't holding her and stopping her from doing so but she knew that she wanted him to take things further

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.