Willow Raven Nude Novels & Stories

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

Ashton stands and waits. "No, because we're coming as well. She is in the room waiting. So we should all go as we took longer than I expected." I stand and look at Grayson. "It's your choice though Grayson. You can sit here and be angry that someone is finally putting you first, or forget it and move forward." Walking out I don't wait for his response. I walk through the house and to the room and see Raven standing naked, her back is to me as she looks through some of the items. My arm wraps around her as I pull her against me.

Raven places a beautiful bow that is hand carved out of yew and heavily decorated in Viking knot work into my hands. “Thank you, Alpha Raven this is stunning. Thank you, Alpha King Osric,” I nod my head to Osric, when I turn to my people who are all clapping and cheering. “Luna Liliana!” Ryder leads the pack into cheering for me, before they kneel in submission for Ryder and I. Ryder quickly shifts and begins to howl making every one of age, and those who aren’t with child, shift and howl in response. I can’t help standing, holding my belly, watching my beautiful mate as a large black wolf with a white patch on his chest and just below his jaw, howling before me.

Raven looked at him, teary-eyed. "I know what you did," Wes said. "I am sorry," Raven barely whispered before Wes took his heart and pulled it out of his chest. Willow helped the witch, who was attacked by Raven, get on her feet. "You shouldn't have killed him," she said to Wes. "He was a traitor."

Raven whimpers trying to breathe with blood pooling at the edges of her mouth as I do my best to not panic at her condition. “Raven stay with me!” I nearly panic dropping her into the snow then shift feeling that I am losing her. She whimpers and trembles as I press my head against hers before licking her wounds healing her as she cries. Raven flinches and cries out in pain when I lick the giant jagged wound over her ribs that is making it difficult for her to breathe. “Breathe and relax,” I link while staring into her dark obsidian eyes trying to get her to focus on healing instead of her fear and pain.

The entire sight was like a vivid, seductive painting, one that ignited every desire in Raven’s being. He couldn’t hold back any longer. What followed was a storm of wild, relentless passion. Cara arched her back, her body trembling as she welcomed the overwhelming waves of pleasure he unleashed. Outside, the crescent moon was hidden behind drifting clouds, and the night wind rustled through the trees. Inside, two naked bodies tangled together, moving in a frenzy of desire. Moans and gasps filled the room, mingling with the rhythmic sounds of skin against skin, drowning out even the haunting cry of an owl outside the window.

Hyde heaved out a deep breath. "With regards to Ms. Wayne's case, we spoke with her colleagues, sir. Most painted her as... unremarkable. Kept to herself, mostly. However," Collins paused, flipping a page in the file, "we had a rather... spirited interview with a colleague of hers, a Bridgette Willows." "Willows?" Davies raised an eyebrow. "Any connection?" "A strong one, potentially. Apparently, Ms. Willows' lover was having an affair with the victim. The animosity was palpable, sir."

Chapter Six : Jealousy Ravina’s POV I sat by the window, staring into the darkening sky. The moon was half-full, casting a soft glow over the packhouse in the distance. The night air was cool, but I felt restless, my skin warm with unease. I wasn’t even sure why I was here, sitting like this, watching, waiting. But my eyes kept drifting toward the packhouse, toward him. Then I saw him. Alaric.

The boat cut through the calm waters, creating a little ripple in its wake as the group ventured deeper into the dense, untamed bush. The light seeped through the thick canopy of leaves overhead, creating dappled shadows that danced across Isabella's face as the sun rose. Xander's attention was on the river ahead, but he couldn't help but look at her. She was stronger than anyone he had ever seen, but there was still a hint of fatigue in her features.

Charlotte looks from the outside as they don’t wait and rush upstairs. Ayleen rushes after them too and Charlotte follows. She keeps the cake on the table and runs upstairs. “Oh my God!” She hears Ayleen cry out before she sees anything. When she reaches where Ayleen is standing, she leans to the side to see what has happened and when she does, her heart drops in her stomach. Matt and Theo are carrying a naked Kira out of what she assumes to be a bathroom. She is wet and covered in blood. Little drops of blood are oozing out of the cuts on her arms and legs but the blood is gushing out of the cut on her right wrist.