Willow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

If I saw a picture of her with another man like that, I would be very angry too. I stood up and walked to the window. I looked at the cars driving on the street below. I thought about what I could do to make Willow happy. Maybe I should buy her a gift? Or maybe I should take her on a real date without Ace? I heard the door open. Willow walked back into the room. She had finished her phone call. She looked at me and crossed her arms again. "Who was that woman, Silas?" she asked. Her voice was very quiet now. That is even scarier than when she is yelling.

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.

I demand, looking at him blankly and surprisingly enough, he does so and disappears into a portal of mist, likely heading to the kids and Gianna. I approach Willow, bending down beside her and looking in her looking in her tired, scared, bright green eyes. I try to keep it steady and calm her nerves by reaching to her hand and touch her, but she pulls away quickly and looks the other direction. “It had to be done,” I say, shaking my head at her demise. She shakes her head back and forth over and over, tears spills down her face, hands clinging to her neck as the venom flows painfully through her veins, her blood getting thin and muscles tightening in change.

Whatever she’s saying to Willow seem to be having the desired effect. Willow looks ashen. She flinches and sits upright. Her lips part. Those lips. I’ve fantasized about splitting them open. Watching them bleed. She would look so pretty spread wide open beneath me, naked, eyes blown wide, chest heaving, mouth bleeding and open in a scream. I harden at the thought of Willow being afraid of me. But for now, I’m forced to play nice. To be the helpful friend, who cares about her grades and shit.

Dante was a Vampire, and somehow their lives are going to become intertwined. Willow peered out the window in her study hall, watching the autumn leaves sway in the gentle October breeze. It had been two weeks since she spoke with Miss J about her vision. Nothing else had occurred since then which she was grateful for. She was able to focus on school with a steady mind, or at least was trying to. The encounter with Dante troubled her in a way she couldn't put into words. Her body grew hot when she recalled his soft lips against her skin, and his intense gaze. Her thighs quivered as she pressed them together, her sex trembled at the thought of his touch on her skin. Her cheeks flared and she

"You are now a part of my pack, and we shall build a future together. You have chosen wisely." Willow forced a smile, hiding her true emotions behind a façade of acceptance. She had made her decision, and now she would have to face the consequences. She wondered if she could find a way to navigate this new life, to find a glimmer of happiness amidst the shadows. Killian's kiss intensified, growing more forceful and demanding. Willow's attempts to resist were met with defiance as he became emboldened by her resistance. The atmosphere crackled with tension as their bodies pressed together, his grip on her waist tightening, trapping her in his grasp.

“We need a body in here to make sure she feeds once we change her.” Willow shakes her head. “I won’t and you can’t force me to.” She looks towards Marcel, her finger shakily pointing at Dan. “And you’re disgusting doing that to me, you said you loved me!” Dan laughs slightly. “I don’t love you, come on, Willow. You know Monventla are incapable of feeling love, and everything I felt before is a blurred memory. Everything else this past week, well, that’s just a sweet memory for me to keep as a goodbye.” Dan turns and walks out with Marcel following him, Willow screaming as she tries opening the doors and windows, her fingers raw from tugging and prying. Everything stays firmly shut. She sits

Taking that thought with her into her sleep. Such a happy thought to have when you drift into sleep. Willow didn’t have many dreams, but when she did dream, they flashed her back to times passed. Would she ever keep one of the men in her life? Over the eons, she had to meet and marry twenty different versions of Falling Feather. For the past three hundred years, Willow had stopped looking for the man she loved so deeply.

In a frantic moment, I shed my outer jacket, smothering the flicker of fire as I press onward, determined, up the stairs. In the midst of chaos, my life flashed before my eyes – a whirlwind of moments with Willow. The memory of our first awkward encounter, the spilled coffee that marked our initial meeting, the shared bed where just a week felt like a fleeting moment. The vivid recollection of our first kiss in the elevator, her heartfelt confession, and the complex emotions brewing within me. I realize that when I'm with her, an overwhelming sense of possession consumes me. I yearn to hold her close, to kiss away her worries and create a haven in our shared moments. The looming threat of Wi

Dante noted, "Hunters are supposed to be highly aware of their surroundings, but she's either oblivious or is aware and doesn't care." "Take your pick." Aiden said, "She's so buried in those texts that even my voice can barely reach her. She's really focused on this now and I'd hate to ruin her groove." "Don't worry, that's why I'm here." Willow said as she pulled a hairtie off of her wrist and pulled as much hair back as she could and made a very small ponytail, "I had a feeling that I was needed here, which is why we came." She moved past the desk and stepped into the room behind Amira. She watched Amira's head turned slightly, but didn't lift to look at her as she turned a page she was ju