Willow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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. ...

Willow’s POV We were taught that the goddess makes no mistakes and that everything she does is for a reason. We were made to believe that she loves us all equally and watches over us from the moon. But I know better; the goddess does not love us equally; she wouldn't subject me to a life of suffering if that were the case. My name is Willow Marrock, the only daughter of Davis Marrock, Alpha of The Crescent Moon Pack. I am the dirt of my pack, an abomination to my kind, and the punching bag of my father.

I start to hyperventilate, and I automatically shift due to not be able to breath properly. Thomas POV We were laying by the river. I was watching Willow’s wolf. Her wolf was a sight to see. A beautiful black, like an Alpha, yet she was more petite. In the sunlight the markings under her black fur had a gold sparkle. I had been assisting Willow with her research under her fathers’ orders to stay close and we believe that the markings were of Celtic origin. I’ll admit I cared a lot for her and somewhere along the way my feelings for her became more sincere. I followed my orders, but I didn’t need to. She was intoxicating to be around and there was something different about her that drew me in

"Yeah. Besides, we've got two interlopers to disperse first." She sighed, eased back. "They're going to get married." Wait. What? My brow furrowed. "Who's getting married?" "Nico and Jessa. I can tell." I snorted. She didn't know Jessa very well, apparently. "Last I heard, Jessa had sworn off men." Willow chuckled. "Yeah. But she's got a thing for the wounded souls. I can tell. You have it, too. You just can't help yourselves. Natural-born heroes."

Behind her, Dorian walked into the room, his expression completely blank, though the slight tightness around his jaw signaled he had already tried and failed to stop his mate from invading their personal space. ​"Oh, calm down, Alpha, I brought sweets for Elara" Willow said cheerfully, tossing the books onto the foot of the bed and sliding into a nearby armchair. "Besides, Mother said if I left Elara alone with you for too long, you’d turn her into a pampered vegetable. How’s my future niece or nephew doing?" ​"Willow...out," Riven snarled, though the shadows receded slightly. ​"Not a chance, Alpha. Dorian’s keeping me on lockdown too, so if I have to be bored, we're being bored together," W

"Never." Willow is married to Caspian Ivanov, the Pakhan's son and campus god. No one would ever get tired of hearing about the trips he takes her on. She's also the heir to all things Raventhorn. Literally. Her great-great-great-times-a-hundred grandfather was Raventhorn himself. The way people talked about her when we started college was like the excitement in the wizarding world when Harry Potter went to Hogwarts. "You sure you're okay? I know you must be on edge with Alessio coming back," Eilish states, tilting her head. Her electric-blue bob makes her look like a character from an anime.

Layla POV All the pups that Willow brought with her now have homes; it never ceases to amaze me how quickly children can adapt to new surroundings. Willow and Riley have marked each other. Willow is a beautiful she-wolf with a loving nature; Riley and Willow are perfect for each other. Darius and I are on our way to my territory; Anita has gone into labor, and Diana is there, but both Zach and Anita have asked if I could be with her in case Zach passes out as Drew did.

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

Mrs Hemsworth said sarcastically as she crossed her legs onto the desk,with her black heels pointing towards Willow as she shook her feet. "Mrs Hemsworth, you are a pathetic excuse for a teacher and a woman. You point fingers at me because you are a lonely old cow. Go find a damn man, your age , you shriveled up prune." Willow wanted to shout out but instead she just walked out slamming the door behind her. She walked quickly to the library. The books were usually her best friend,taking her to faraway lands where she could find herself lost in beautiful views, peculiar characters and enchanted gardens.

Willow Michael looks at the paperwork, then back up at me with a confused look on his face. “Are you sure about this, Willow?” he asks me as if I didn’t think this through enough. “I am,” I say with a nod. “I think it’s time for me to spread my wings. Writing has always been my first love, and now that I know that I have loyal fans and followers, I think it is unfair that I don’t pour my heart and soul into my art. It’s not that I hate working here; you know that I love all of you. But I think it’s the right time now to go off on my own.”