Willow Owl House Novels & Stories

*** Willow drove back home to the Anderson's residential villa and she stepped down from her Red SUV parked. She felt relieved Patrick had forgiven her but she still had one more problem to deal with and that was the beautiful maid in the mansion. She sighed heavily as she made her way towards the house and as usual pulled the entrance door opened to the four-storey multimillion dollar mansion, and just as she stepped in, she saw Elderly Mrs Eleanor sitting in the living room milk coloured couch and reading one of their magazines. "Good evening mom" Willow greeted, as obviously her mood had lightened and she walked closer to meet Mrs Eleanor, with a beautiful smile curved on her face.

Willow quietly ran around the pack house and into the gardens, then shifted back behind a huge old tree. I untied my clothes from my left leg and got dressed. I was surprised to see that the garden was unoccupied; usually mated wolves would enjoy the scenery and a late-night stroll. "At least no one would see you sneak into the pack house," Willow yapped, and I rolled my eyes at her remark. Willow had a special ability; she could change her fur color to blend in with our surroundings. The downside of using the gift was that it tired her out quickly, and she couldn't keep it working for longer than five minutes.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

“Alright. Let’s see what’s around here. Ash check out that one rental website. Try to find something isolated.” It isn’t a good idea for us to leave a trail for police to follow but we can’t hunker down in an abandoned barn if Willow is sick. She needs a healthier environment and other basic needs like a running shower. Her not being a wolf is going to complicate things. Not that she would be for long if we accepted her as our mate, but that is still a big IF. With this animal finding her, she might draw too much attention and that is the opposite of what we want.

“I think we’ve got a lead on a house in one of the small towns we were looking at. It’s an old farmhouse, but it’s been restored. Lots of land, quiet, peaceful.” Lillian’s eyes lit up. “Where is it?” Ethan smiled, pulling up a picture on his phone and sliding it across the table. “Little place just outside of town called Willow Creek. It’s got everything we’ve been talking about—space, privacy, and from the looks of it, a view that’ll take your breath away.” Nicholas peered over Lillian’s shoulder to get a look at the photo. “It looks perfect,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet sense of awe. “When can we go see it?”

"But you had your mother, Knox. You had someone to hold onto." "And now you have me," he said firmly. "And our baby. We are your family now." Willow nodded but said nothing, staring out the window at the setting sun. Knox sighed and wrapped his arms around her. "Let's go for a walk," he suggested. "Fresh air might do you good." "No." Willow shook her head. "I don't want to leave the house my mother grew up in." Knox squeezed her hand gently. "It's okay. We don't have to go far."

It was an embellished version of my own modest abode—a pale pink Victorian loveseat adorned with frilly pillows, a rocking chair, pastel blankets, a glass teacart, a small café table for two near the kitchen archway, and an array of at least twenty family photographs displayed proudly on the mantel. The eclectic, somewhat outdated decor screamed Willow Walsh's taste—a testament to her unique style and personality. The scent of brewed coffee, tea, floral candles, and cat permeated their house, giving it a distinct aroma. As the stairs creaked, Willow was the first to appear, dressed in pale-blue silk pajama shorts and a tank top. She held a bottle of oil, and it was only when she stepped off

They were happy to get our large number of warriors and strong blood lines. This merger would help all of us out and Willow and I couldn't be happier. Not only were we going to be able to build a future together, we were helping both our packs become stronger and happier. Three months before moving, Willow and I broke ground for the new pack house. It was going to be bigger and brighter than the former one. Willow helped design it and it was a pretty yet practical building. It was finished two months later and it was a thing of beauty. We also built a new medical building and quite a few family homes. I also had something special built just for us.

I wasn't sure Stephanie could remain safe with Willow for long. It was only a matter of time before Willow would turn on her. After what feels like ages, we finally pull up to a huge two-story house. Thick vines clung to the walls, and a palpable energy radiated from the building. The place had a very strong aura. It must be steeped in powerful supernatural history. ALPHA XI DELTA is painted in black letters on the massive house. It looks like something from a movie.

The new Lou - the girl formerly known as Lou - needs to keep her mind out of the gutter and her hands to herself. "I'm fine," I tell him, not even daring to look him in the eyes again. And then I take off down the hall before I have the chance to change my mind. I find Room 253 at the very end of the corridor, and when I spot the door, my heart gives a little jump in my chest. It's the room my family and I used to call the Willow Room. From the window on a clear day you can see all the way down to the stream on the northeast corner of our property. On the northern bank of the stream is a giant weeping willow with branches so long that they trail in the water below. Father used to call it Gra