Willow Owl House Novels & Stories

Ojani howled loudly in my subconscious and the mention of him caused my heart to skip. “Hush, creature, and stop filling my mind with nonsense. I have duties to mull over, and I know who my mate is, and her spell didn't work,” I murmured firmly, making her grow quiet. We pulled into the driveway of a small colonial-style bungalow, and when Victor stopped, Willow told me to grab their bags from the back. “What is this place?” I asked as I reached for both their bags from the rear to trick her into believing I was being complacent.

I reached out to touch her, but she flinched away, letting out a small hiss. Annoyance crept over me. How were we going to make this work if my own mate was pulling away? Still, I let her have her space as we drove to our new home. The house wasn’t as grand as the palace, but it was a nice, smaller mansion with some servants always around to care for the place. They greeted us as we got out of the car, taking our belongings while Willow and I stood in front of the house, taking it all in.

Willow moved towards me and laid her head on my shoulder snuggling into me and I couldn’t help but feel the love radiating from her to me. “Thank you for allowing me to do this and trusting me. It means the world to me that you have faith in me.” Willow tells me and a part of me feels ashamed that I ever had an ounce of doubt that she would go back to him. Willow had fallen asleep on the way home and I knew that it was a long day for her, especially now that she was with pup. When we got to the packhouse, I gently picked her up into my arms and carried her into the house. The packhouse foyer was almost finished being cleaned up, from this morning and new windows were already being put in. Wh

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.

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.