Willow Owl House Novels & Stories

LILLIAN POV The mansion had become bubble of activity, but it was a happy kind of chaos. In just a few days, the pack’s Autumn Gala would be held at the pack house, and the excitement was contagious, even to all the way out here. Willow had practically taken over the sunroom, turning it into her design studio. Folds of fabric were everywhere—rich, velvet, shimmering silt, delicate lace. Sketches were pinned to the walls. She moved with a focused energy, her fingers constantly measuring, pinning, and sketching.

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.

It seems huge now there’s just the two of them there. “I’m not sure about staying here. Werewolves haven’t even stepped inside this house for centuries, let alone slept here,” Alaric begins. “Well it’s my house and I say you’re staying here, so come on.” Willow grins. “Anyway, there’s no way I have the energy to walk back to yours now. I’m tired.” She grasps his hand in her own and pulls him upstairs to her room. Alaric takes a moment to explore the room with his eyes while she locks the door behind them, closing her eyes and making hand gestures to all of the walls. She opens her eyes, her arms falling back to her sides with a smile, and Alaric raises an eyebrow.

Jessica made sure to come by every day to check on her mother-in-law and allow the children to play with each other. A few months ago, Willow gave birth to a pup, a boy named Anthony, in honor of Sky's second-chance mate, and she's thriving with her mate. Willow initially struggled with the new responsibilities, but everyone's presence helped smooth the transition. In time, they chose to leave the packhouse and construct their dwelling, aspiring for a larger family and desiring personal space. All was well until they noticed tasks they had completed were mysteriously undone. Initially, they kept silent, suspecting they were forgetting their accomplishments. Beta John, suspecting something am

After all, this was a luxury neighborhood that was quite secluded… Hansel said, "Forget it. See if you can book a ride. I drank alcohol earlier, so I can't drive. If you can't get a cab, stay in the guest room for the night and leave in the morning." Willow's eyes flickered, and a look of gratitude appeared on her face. "Thank you. Don't worry, I won't disturb you!" Hansel nodded in acknowledgment and went upstairs. Willow watched him leave as his figure disappeared around the corner. Then, she began to survey her surroundings leisurely. The living room was so big and spacious… The crystal chandelier was so glittery and beautiful. … Early the next morning, Hansel woke up and went downstairs.

She really knows how to solve issues among people and creatures. Willow found her mate, Prince Blaine from the Angels Realm. She is a living angel until she passes. So is her mate. They live near us and have started a horticulture business. They have six children, two sets of triplets, ages four and two. Elliot and I try to go help her out with the children every chance we get. My dad loves being there, because the kids worship the ground he walks on. He spends as much time as he can teaching the kids about nature while Willow teaches them how to attract butterflies and hummingbirds to the garden. As Elliot and I continue sitting on our deck, I can’t help but feel nothing but content. Elliot

She really knows how to solve issues among people and creatures. Willow found her mate, Prince Blaine from the Angels Realm. She is a living angel until she passes. So is her mate. They live near us and have started a horticulture business. They have six children, two sets of triplets, ages four and two. Elliot and I try to go help her out with the children every chance we get. My dad loves being there, because the kids worship the ground he walks on. He spends as much time as he can teaching the kids about nature while Willow teaches them how to attract butterflies and hummingbirds to the garden. As Elliot and I continue sitting on our deck, I can’t help but feel nothing but content. Elliot

The wild gardens were now blooming with vibrant roses, and the grass was a perfect, lush emerald. "I told you it looked better when the sun hit the stone," Roman whispered, pulling her back against him. "This is where we're staying?" "Do you love it?" Willow could only nod, tears pricking her eyes. "Then it's more than just a stay. This is where we are going to build our life, Willow. This is the Grant-Vale home." Willow’s heart did a slow, heavy roll in her chest. "You bought this... for us?" He turned her in his arms, his gray eyes burning with sincerity. "For our future. For the pups we'll raise and the years we'll spend together."

Willow sat on the side of the road and stared at the main gate of the Logan residence. It was still too far away for any of the men inside to spot them, but over the last few years, Willow had visited the place so many times, she remembered every single tree and bird along the way.

Willow was sound asleep when something nudged her arm suddenly. She rubbed her eyes drowsily. The deer that she had been playing with had come into her room. A dove flew in, perched on her bed, and started chirping at her. She turned around and saw that Olivia was missing. Something was wrong. Willow jumped out of bed and ran off with the deer. Ethan gradually slowed down. He could hear Cyril calling for him from a distance, but Olivia's voice was very close. It sounded like she was in trouble.