Willow Owl House Novels & Stories

ELLIE Three weeks had passed since Vegas, and boy, had reality done a number on me. Willowbrook, nestled deep within rolling hills and serene meadows, was a stark contrast to the neon dazzle of Vegas. The heart of this small town was our family's establishment – Mayer Financial Services, a name that resonated through Willowbrook for generations. In my home office office, a blend of modern touches and heirlooms, I was surrounded by an array of documents. Faint sunlight streamed through, highlighting the mounds of paperwork on my oak desk.

The sky turned from black to deep indigo, then to a soft, blushing gold as the sun rose over the hills of Willow Creek. The Thomas family estate stood at the end of a long gravel drive, flanked by oak trees that had stood for generations. The house was white with a wraparound porch, weathered wood and climbing ivy, the kind of home that looked like it held every memory of the people who lived in it. A dog barked in the distance. A rooster crowed. The air smelled like dew and wildflowers. Daniel stepped out of the car. The morning was quiet. No one was outside.

Adonis asked. “I’m with Luigi,” Willow said. “We’re safe.” “But where?” Adonis asked. Willow told him that they were up in the Merdock National Forest in some sort of hideaway cabin arranged by Corloni. The path was marked by a fallen tree, about ten miles past the first lookout. They were receiving supplies from two men, the same men who had brought the satellite phone. “It’s pretty well hidden,” Willow said. “I don’t think anyone will find us here.”

Book 17 Posey “Oh, my Goddess.” Willow’s sleek dark brown hair fans around her face as she pulls her baby blue convertible to a screeching halt, the smell of burning rubber scorching my nostrils. She pushes her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and gasps as the shadow of a massive, three-story stone house from a begotten era swallows us whole, stained glass windows glaring down at us, four spires twisting to the clouds and nearly blocking the sun. “This is where we’re staying? How old is this place?”

Snowflakes cascaded down from the darkened sky, the fire danced delicately in the fireplace and the scent of sage and lavender fumed the room. Willow sat on the couch, her legs propped up beside her with a quilted blanket wrapped around her and a book in her hands. Since the incident at Amanda's party, Willow was granted permission by Janice to reside at her cabin. Instead of waiting until she graduated from school to leave the confines of her aunt's house, Dante went through extra measures to have her removed from her aunt's care. The old woman couldn't care less what the girl did, but nearly fought against it when she realized she wouldn't be receiving the funds for her anymore. From what

he returned. "What is she doing?" 64 asked when Willow opened the door and walked. "I have no idea. Come on, let's go" he urged as she was reluctant. "Do not worry. I would be here and raise an alarm in case I perceive something unusual" she said out of fear. He turned back and glanced at her, then he shrugged and walked inside. When he got there, he found Willow marveling at the antiquated cottage. "I know this place" she voiced as she looked at the skulls that had lit up candles as blood was flowing from their eye sockets and mouth. The blood was flowing into a large black pot.

William complained. "Actually close to hundred, Zolomon's crew. All made hybrid just for me and you guys," Willow revealed. "Well that's messed up," Lucy said. "Don't worry, we're going," Willow said moving ahead. "I have a plan." A MANSION DOWNTOWN:

He didn't want to do anything to bring out the wolf again. Willow froze at the front door of the Brochade estate. Her eyes were unreadable as they traced the roofline and architecture of the building, down to the "For Sale" sign staked into the front yard. It's just a house, she told herself. A house of horrors.

Caden agreed without hesitation, “Okay, Master Wade! In that case, I’ll rush over and have a look now.” Charlie hummed slightly in response, “I’ll be waiting for your update.” *** The car driven by Sonia arrived at Willow Manor more than twenty minutes later. The house was called Willow Manor because the entire manor was located on the edge of a lake halfway up the mountain that was full of dense weeping willows. It was said to be called Willow Manor, and it was estimated that there were more than twenty to thirty thousand weeping willow trees inside and outside the vicinity of the manor.

The house was quiet and Aurora saw her to room door open and walked towards it. "Lily! Arabella!" She called out their names when she saw no one in her room, she came out. "I think they went out." "Do you smell that?" Willow asked all of a sudden, and started walking towards the room Arabella stays in. He opened the door and entered. "Everyone, you need to see this." Aurora and the rest hurried towards the room Willow is. The first thing they saw was the blue salt sprinkle around the room, a bloody shovel and...